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Chapter 303: Resting Tree

The tremors beneath them ceased, the oppressive heat dissipated, and an overwhelming silence followed.

The beast beneath them released one final, long, guttural sound—a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction—before it slumped against the floating island, completely still.

Its massive body heaved as it began to relax, the vibrant, fiery glow of its feathers dimming back to their usual majestic iridescence.

At first, no one moved.

The soldiers, still gripping onto the feathers or curled into protective positions, remained frozen, their faces pale and drenched in sweat.

The sheer chaos and intensity of the ordeal had left them too stunned to speak.

The acrid smell that had filled the air began to fade, replaced by the crisp scent of the floating island's strange flora, and slowly but surely, they began to stir.

"Is... is it finally over?" Harlin croaked, his voice barely audible as he uncurled from his fetal position. His face was etched with disbelief and exhaustion, his hands trembling as he wiped sweat from his brow.

"I think it is," Reva said cautiously, her voice hoarse. She sat up slowly, her eyes darting around as if expecting another jolt or tremor. "It's... not moving anymore."

Callen, still lying flat on his stomach with his face buried in his arms, let out a muffled groan. "I think I'm going to be sick," he muttered, his voice weak.

"Well, don't do it here," Tova snapped, though there was no malice in her voice. She too looked shaken, her hands gripping the feather she'd been holding onto with white-knuckled intensity.

Lyerin, who had been sitting calmly near the beast's neck, stretched his arms lazily and let out a deep sigh. "I told you it would end," he said with a smirk, his tone infuriatingly nonchalant.

The soldiers turned to glare at him, their faces a mixture of anger, disbelief, and exhaustion.

"TOLD US?!" Harlin shouted, his voice cracking as he jabbed a finger in Lyerin's direction. "You didn't TELL us anything! You sat there LAUGHING while we thought we were going to DIE!"

"Relax, Harlin," Lyerin said smoothly, waving a hand dismissively. "You were never in any danger. I knew this beast wouldn't hurt you. You're part of my tribe now, remember?"

Reva let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Part of your tribe?! That doesn't make us immune to falling to our deaths or suffocating from... whatever that smell was!"

Lyerin raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "And yet here you all are, alive and well. Maybe give me a little credit next time?"

The soldiers grumbled amongst themselves, their indignation slowly giving way to relief as they realized that, despite everything, they were indeed unharmed.

Lucas, who had been silent throughout the ordeal, finally spoke up. "So... it's done, right? No more surprises?"

Lyerin shrugged, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Who knows? This is an unpredictable world, after all. But for now, yes, I'd say we're safe."

The soldiers let out collective sighs of relief, their tense bodies finally beginning to relax.

Some of them collapsed onto the beast's back, lying flat as they caught their breath.

Others began to laugh nervously, the sheer absurdity of the situation finally sinking in.

"That was... the craziest thing I've ever experienced," Harlin said, his voice trembling as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

"You're telling me," Tova muttered, leaning back against a feather. "I've faced enemy fire, survived impossible odds, but THIS? This was something else entirely."

Reva let out a snort of laughter. "I'm just glad no one got thrown off. Can you imagine the report back home? 'Killed in action by a... mating beast.'"

The group burst into laughter at that, the tension finally breaking as they allowed themselves to enjoy the absurdity of their situation. Even Callen, who had been on the verge of vomiting minutes ago, managed a weak chuckle.

Lyerin watched them with a satisfied smile, leaning back against a feather as he observed their reactions.

"We survived!" Harlin shouted suddenly, punching the air with both fists. "We actually survived that madness!"

"And now," Tova said, her voice gaining strength, "I say we celebrate. Who's with me?"

A chorus of cheers erupted from the group, their energy returning as they realized they had not only survived but come out stronger for it.

One by one, the soldiers began to pull themselves together. Harlin and Reva started clapping a rhythm, encouraging others to join in.

Callen, despite his earlier exhaustion, began to hum a tune that soon turned into a loud, triumphant song. Tova pulled out a small flask from her pack and raised it high.

"To surviving the unimaginable!" she declared, her voice ringing out over the laughter and cheers.

"To surviving!" the others echoed, their voices filled with newfound confidence and camaraderie.

Lyerin chuckled, shaking his head as he watched them. "You lot are something else," he muttered under his breath, though there was a hint of pride in his tone.

As the celebration continued, the beast beneath them let out a soft rumble, almost as if it were joining in the festivities.

The vibrations sent ripples through the feathers, but this time, no one panicked.

They were too busy laughing, cheering, and basking in the warmth of their shared triumph.

For the first time since arriving in this strange, dangerous world, they felt a glimmer of hope. And though the road ahead was still uncertain, they knew one thing for sure—they could face it together.

…

The journey continued with the soldiers finding a moment of solace amidst the skies.

Despite their earlier panic, they now embraced the vastness of this world, pointing and whispering in awe at every new sight that unfolded.

The beast carried them through skies painted in shades of amber and violet, through clouds that shimmered like liquid gold, and over landscapes that seemed pulled straight from a dream.

However, it didn't take long for their sense of peace to transform back into wary curiosity, especially as they began to encounter places that seemed, at first glance, to be harrowing.

The Seven "Dangerous" Places

The Floating Rocks of Jagged Ivory

As they soared over a cluster of jagged, white floating rocks, the soldiers clutched their weapons tightly.

The rocks shimmered ominously, and the air was eerily silent. "Are those bones?" Harlin whispered, his face pale. "They look like teeth," Reva muttered.

Everyone tensed, imagining some colossal beast lurking nearby. However, Lyerin casually pointed out that they were just natural limestone formations, eroded over millennia.

The Glimmering Storm Veil

Next, the beast flew through an enormous storm-like cloud. Flashes of light streaked through the sky, and the soldiers were convinced it was some kind of lightning storm.

"Hold on tight!" shouted Lucas as the beast entered the cloud. But instead of thunder and danger, the light turned out to be harmless bioluminescent spores drifting through the air.

The Field of Whispering Shadows

As they passed over a sprawling, shadowy expanse, eerie whispers echoed in their ears.

Some soldiers swore they could hear their names being called. "Is this some kind of mind trick? A predator luring us in?" Tova asked, gripping her weapon. Lyerin chuckled. "That's just the wind passing through the hollow mushrooms. Nothing to fear."

The River of Molten Glass

The beast flew low over what looked like a flowing river of molten lava, glowing bright orange and sending up steam.

"We'll burn alive if it gets any closer!" Callen yelled. Upon closer inspection, the "lava" was revealed to be a harmless flow of silicate crystals that refracted sunlight, creating the illusion of heat.

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The Forest of Tangled Spires

A dense forest of spindly, black trees loomed beneath them, their branches twisting and writhing like living creatures.

The soldiers were sure it was some kind of cursed forest that would snatch them out of the air. But when the beast flew closer, they realized the branches moved because of strong, constant winds.

The Echoing Canyon

A vast canyon below emitted booming, hollow sounds that reverberated in the air. "Some kind of monstrous wails," Harlin guessed, his knuckles white as he clung to a feather.

The truth?

It was simply the wind creating echoes as it passed through the canyon's unique structure.

The Shimmering Abyss

Finally, the beast flew over a pitch-black void speckled with shimmering lights.

It looked like a gaping maw dotted with glowing eyes, ready to consume them. Reva gasped, "What kind of abyss is that?"

Lyerin explained it was merely a floating lake of dark water filled with glowing plankton.

The Tree-Like Mountain

After hours of awe and relief from realizing these places were harmless, the beast began to slow down. Its wings flapped with less intensity, and its head turned toward the horizon.

"Why is it stopping?" Callen asked nervously, looking up at Lyerin.

Lyerin, who had been observing the surroundings silently, leaned forward. "It seems... it's found a place to rest."

Ahead of them loomed an enormous structure—a massive, tree-like mountain that pierced the skies. Its trunk was as wide as a city, and its branches stretched out like the arms of a titan. Thick vines and moss clung to its surface, and shimmering lights dotted its bark, almost like stars.

The soldiers gawked at the sight.

"Is... is that a tree?" Reva whispered.

"A mountain disguised as one," Lucas replied.

"Obviously," Lyerin corrected, his voice filled with awe.

As the beast flew closer, its enormous size was suddenly dwarfed. The feathers that once seemed endless now looked insignificant compared to the colossal tree. The soldiers couldn't help but feel like ants riding on a mere bird in a world meant for giants.

When the beast finally settled, it did so gently, its massive claws gripping the tree's thick bark as if perching on a branch. The movement caused the entire tree to tremble slightly, sending a cascade of glowing spores into the air.

The soldiers looked around, awestruck and unnerved by the scale of their surroundings.

"It... makes the beast look tiny," Harlin said in disbelief.

"Like it's just another insect," Tova added.

The beast let out a low rumble, seemingly content, and began to shift its wings to rest more comfortably.

"What now?" Reva asked, turning to Lyerin.

Lyerin, still observing the tree with an unreadable expression, didn't answer immediately. When he finally spoke, his tone was calm but decisive. "We rest too."