CH 56: WIND
As the last echoes of the maze faded behind them, Elianor, Eryndor, and Ayla stepped into the vast expanse of the Air Challenge arena. The ground beneath their feet transformed into a series of floating platforms, suspended high above a swirling sea of clouds.
The sun cast a golden hue over the scene, illuminating the ethereal beauty of the arena, where the wind danced playfully around them, teasing their hair and clothes. Elianor's heart raced with exhilaration; she could hardly contain her excitement. "It's looks incredible!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out against the backdrop of the wind.
Eryndor stood slightly apart, his sharp gaze scanning the platforms and the obstacles ahead. A smirk played on his lips as he calculated their approach, the thrill of strategy igniting a spark in his eyes. "Incredible, yes, but also dangerous. We need to be careful," he replied, his tone cool and measured.