The island below had exactly 27 mountain peaks. Upon each one of these, new formations quickly formed. When they vanished groups of individuals were left behind. Sometimes they were just in pairs, and the largest of them numbered as much as five.
Among these individuals, Jenneless and her junior brothers were present, commanding the space of an entire mountain range to themselves.
The 27 mountain peaks completely surrounded the floating island, sitting on its outer edges as though to enclose everything within. From above, it looked no different from a cage locking everyone in. Although none had descended just yet, when they did, it became obvious that they would have no options to escape.
Maybe in Sacrum, it wouldn't be a big deal. But to the people of the True Martial World, it was impossible to fly in the First Heaven without first being a Fragmented Sky God. There was simply no escaping.
"Chosen!"
A voice boomed from a three meter tall man below.