The Descent Into The World Of Dragons

The Fall from the False Sky

3rd person pov

A clear sky stretched above the vast, untouched wilderness, the sun gently warming the earth below.

But in an instant, the calmness of the heavens was shattered.

Without warning, the false sky-the hidden illusion that cloaked the real mysteries of the world-tore open with a soft, eerie hum.

The wound in the sky pulsed with dark energy as three figures, unconscious and limp, plummeted from the rift.

Xilonen, Mavuika, and Capitano, their bodies barely recognizable beneath the bruises and dirt, fell silently from the heavens.

Their descent was strangely graceful, as though the sky itself cushioned their fall.

Mavuika's red hair fluttered loosely in the wind, her battle-worn armor stained with dust.

Xilonen, the proud Natlanese warrior, lay motionless, her fiery spirit momentarily snuffed out by the strange forces that had pulled her into the void.

Capitano, the formidable Harbinger, bore no signs of pain on his face, even as the tendril wound from the false sky, which had pierced through his chest, began to vanish.

The three landed gently in a secluded meadow, the grasses parting around their bodies.

As their unconscious forms rested on the ground, the sky above rippled with dark energy.

The false sky, which had momentarily opened to release them, began to close, the rift healing itself with an unnatural ease.

The gaping hole that had once allowed the crimson tendrils to invade and claim their prey sealed itself with a soft, whispering sound, leaving no trace of the terror that had passed.

In an instant, the wound on Capitano's chest-a gaping hole left by the tendril-began to close.

A dark red energy, as if guided by the very forces that had created the tendril, moved through him, mending the torn flesh and bone.

His heavy armor clinked softly as the wound disappeared, leaving behind only faint scars, the only proof that something unnatural had impaled him.

His breathing, shallow and slow, returned to a more natural rhythm.

The meadow remained quiet, disturbed only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

There were no onlookers, no witnesses to their fall from the false sky, but the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.

Somewhere deep within the slumbering minds of Xilonen, Mavuika, and Capitano, a strange energy stirred.

The void they had been pulled into had left a mark on them-something they could not yet understand.

Xilonen's pov

My eyes fluttered open slowly, the world around me spinning slightly as I struggled to regain my senses.

The soft rustling of grass met my ears, a strange contrast to the chaos I remembered.

I blinked, my vision blurry at first, but soon enough, the scene before me came into focus-an open field, serene and untouched. No sound of battle.

No signs of danger.

"W...where am I?" I muttered, my voice hoarse and weak.

The last thing I remembered came flooding back to me in a rush.

The sky... or rather, the false sky. It had opened above us, a gaping, dark wound in the heavens.

It had been so sudden, so unnatural.