Davis and the others crossed highlands and floating islands. The sun shone brightly over the majestic peaks and the solemn valleys, causing river streams to gleam with a sublime aura. Despite the threat of Feral Beasts, most of their expressions were full of refreshment.
They ascended the steep slopes, flying and realizing that it took them more energy than it required in the First Haven World, but the difference was relatively small. The air grew cooler, and their breath turned into misty puffs as they climbed higher and higher to the mountain peak, occasionally casting a glance at the breathtaking panoramic view of the forest or the rivers as they took a few moments to enjoy the scenery before them.