Journey to The Magic Tower (Final)
The transition was gradual yet breathtaking. The canyon walls softened into rolling hills of iridescent stone that shimmered faintly in shades of blue, violet, and white. Soon, the hills gave way to towering mountains, their translucent peaks glowing softly as if illuminated by an inner light. These were the Luminous Peaks—a realm of extraordinary beauty and unearthly serenity.
The mountains themselves were crystalline, their surfaces refracting the light into dazzling rainbows that danced across the landscape. Rivers of molten starlight flowed down their slopes, their glowing streams cascading into waterfalls that sparkled like liquid diamonds. The air here carried a faint, harmonious tune, a gentle melody that seemed to infuse the group with newfound energy.