Greg and the entire party stepped outside, their hearts still pounding with anticipation. The fresh breeze kissed their faces, rustling their clothes as they waited for Annabelle to do her thing. The sky above was a calm blue, unaware of the earth-shaking revelation about to unfold.
Annabelle, standing with regal composure, raised her hand. Just like she had done countless times in-game, she called out her inventory. A soft glow surrounded her fingertips as she willed her floating island into existence.
In the next moment, the sky darkened—not with clouds or storm, but with shadow. A colossal shape eclipsed the sun. People on the ground looked up, squinting at the sky.
"What is that?" someone gasped, pointing upward.
It was as if the moon had decided to descend closer to Earth, its silhouette vast enough to block sunlight. But it wasn't the moon. It was a floating landmass—colossal and majestic, hovering like a divine continent suspended above the earth.
