Contrary to what Ryn thought, the bridge didn't crumble beneath their feet.
It somehow held solid, each crystalline step forming only after the last had been taken. Clouds brushed past Ryn's shoulders as they ascended, the isles shrinking below until, snow, sand and forest were just distant shapes.
Once they passed the veil of clouds, the scene in front of them was even more unexpected.
A wide stretch of green rolled out beneath the open sky, untouched by any weather conditions. At its center stood a massive structure of pale stone and dark wood, unmistakably man-made.
A mansion.
Or perhaps something closer to a museum.
Tall windows lined its walls, unbroken and intact. The building was unnervingly pristine, as though time had simply…decided not to pass here.
Jay slowed.
"…Okay," he muttered. "Far from the strangest thing we've seen so far."
Ryn didn't answer.
His gaze was fixed on the doors.
The were enormous, double-paneled stone doors with metal engraved handles.
