The dungeon chamber had grown quiet now. Far below the ruined world, Myles and his companions sat within the wide rocky ground of the 12th floor where the Ether flowed more densely than anywhere they had discovered before.
The faint glow of energy drifted through the air, gently stirring the dust and stones scattered across the ground.
His friends had entered meditation. They sat cross-legged in a circle, eyes closed, focusing on drawing the Ether into their cores.
Around their bodies faint currents of energy gathered, forming thin shimmering auras.
Myles watched them silently.
Then he lifted his gaze toward the ceiling that now showed a view of the sky. He could see something he had almost forgotten.
A clear blue sky.
It looked just like the sky before the Etherfall had descended upon the world. Bright, peaceful, and untouched. Like it was simply another ordinary day.
For a moment, Myles felt his chest tighten. That day had disappeared now.
