บท 1247: Territory Of Take

The descent began with a deep, resonating hum that vibrated through every corner of the floating city. Enel stood on the observation deck, watching as the vast plane below grew closer. Its surface stretched endlessly, a mix of barren rock and strange glowing vegetation.

The city's crab-like legs unfolded from beneath its colossal body, each one etched with glowing runes that pulsed with an ancient energy.

The runes flickered as the legs extended, stabilizing the massive structure as it began its slow, deliberate descent.

Clouds of dust and debris were pushed aside as the city neared the ground, the runes glowing brighter as they absorbed the shock of the landing. The air around the city seemed to shimmer, as if the sheer weight of its presence distorted reality itself.