Nathaniel stood at the edge of the ship, staring at the paradise-like island before him. He found himself holding his breath.

Sunlight filtered through the towering, ancient trees, scattering dappled patches of light across the mossy ground. The air was filled with an exotic floral fragrance, sweet as honey yet tinged with a subtle freshness.

Behind him, the soldiers could barely contain their excitement. They set down their weapons and reached out to touch the hanging vines. Crystalline fruits hung like clusters of amethyst and shimmered in the sunlight with an enchanting radiance.

"Your Highness, look at that tree," one of his guards exclaimed, pointing at a giant tree not far away.

Its trunk was covered in spiral patterns that looked like natural stairways. Glowing mushrooms grew inside its hollow, which illuminated the surroundings like daylight.

Several winged squirrels leaped from the treetop, and their wings stirred up tiny glowing particles. When the specks landed on the