In the Hands of the Inquisitors

The angel's wings beat steadily, releasing shockwaves with every thrust and propelling us as fast as any airplane in my previous world. As the sun began to set, dying the blues and whites of the sky in brilliant colors, the ground abruptly disappeared, transforming into the endless blue of the seas.

When the sun settled beneath the horizon, we were swallowed in darkness. The soft luminescence of the angel's wings illuminated the clouds about us, but outside of our little world was endless night, devoid of the comforting stars I'd grown so close to. 

After several hours, a distant light appeared in the void of darkness beneath us, growing swiftly until it split into thousands of tiny, individual lights. They swept beneath us, briefly flashing by, and then faded into the distance. 

"We've reached the southern continent," Elek said, "only a few more hours."