The NeverLight sailed gently across the Imitation Sea. The sea sprawled between an enormous forest, its surface thick with mossy vines that endlessly tried to drag the ship under. Flames had to be released constantly to burn them away and keep the vessel afloat.
Actually…
When Halo was tossed from the ship, the force should've carried him to the fourth sea, Imitation Sea. Instead, he passed out, his body's defense mechanism triggered by the fear of plummeting into the lava below.
The moment he landed, the vines spreading across the water acted quickly, sending him deep into the surrounding forest to make sure he never found his way out.
The Sinners here, Camouflage Spirits, could mimic anything they'd encountered.
Trees were ideal for them, offering cover beneath the bark, control over the forest, and the ability to eventually produce a crystal that would transform them into true spirits, their final evolution.
