As Uri neared the end of his five-day flight, William and his friends smelled a slight stench in the air. It was as if someone had forgotten to take out the trash for a few weeks or returning from vacation to find spoiled food in the fridge.
It was slight, but Uri was flying only a few hundred meters below the clouds, so they were well above the source of the smell.
They leaned over the side of Uri's back, peering at the discolored water that was greener than it was blue. Just a few dozen kilometers ahead of them was the Velos Continent's shoreline, which could hardly be called as such.
Instead of sandy beaches or rocky formations, the shore was a swampland dotted with greyish mangroves and filled with small green lifeforms hidden underwater that William could only compare to a mix between a slug and leech.
