[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us The Grounds must’ve been a horrifying place to be within during the war time regardless; the shape of the Ascended plunged back into something else entirely, the echoes of screams still vibrant years later upon sharks’ wayward outcries. The Fangs, as he pointed downward into their open pathways. Used to be much higher-rising mountains. Connected to the Draig, and enclosed. As Sohalia would notice, they no longer were; great rifts and tides of ocean had severed the two. While it meant the threat of other dragons were lost, the white ones remained. We had no forest, nor large bay. The Greenwing, the woods, hadn’t existed, and the Sea of Glass had been the stopping point for relics and land before opening up to the sea. The Grounds did not have all those isles either. Mostly flattened and old farmland, no longer sharpened to points and fixtures of years behind the barrier; humans extending as far as they could. Snorting, mostly to himself, he shook his head again, eyes still glancing downward. You would have had to make multiple maps of the same region. Might be interesting to find some of them though, to see how much has changed. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left