Silver soared through the sky, wings spread wide, leaving behind trails of flowing crimson mist that curled like smoke around his silversteel feathers.
The wind rushed past us, cold and sharp, but it didn't slow him down. We were high—so high, we almost touched the clouds. The ground below was a blur, hidden behind a sheet of white mist. In the distance, the floating ruins slowly came into view.
They were massive. The whole structure looked like one huge castle that had been broken into three parts. Two parts still hovered close together, but the third section was completely gone—either destroyed or missing.
The entire structure stretched about four or five kilometers long, ancient stone floating as if gravity had simply given up. It looked both majestic and haunted.
"Don't head straight for it," I told Silver. "Fly underneath it. We'll go to the other side first."
