Chapter Forty-Two
Despite the mortal danger facing us, our surroundings are beautiful—especially the flying island that takes center stage among the clouds. No doubt supported by powerful magnetic fields—or magic—the floating chunk of rock would feel at home in the movie Avatar, especially if one ignores the medieval castle perched on its surface.
The castle looks like it was designed by the same architect as the one where the NYC Council meets, only scaled up to skyscraper size and painted crimson red.
Oh, and speaking of that color, there’s a red river cascading from the floating island onto the ground. It looks like a literal river of blood, but I’m hoping it’s just iron-rich rain water.
The ground we’re all standing on has a reddish tint as well. At least I assume it’s the ground.
