Prologue

Long ago, those of ancient built a city in the sky. Later turned to a kingdom that thrived. A city filled with sky people, a Kingdom ran with royalty, and a temple worshiped. Zena finds herself in the middle of it all.

With an unexpected enemy comes to view, as they believed was their friend. Zena faces this foe head on, swift in the air, elegant in the winds. Dropping temperatures and oxygen, how long can anyone last?

Zena Is the known master of air. And her journey to the skies start here.

"Your time will come when destiny finds it fit." ~Zena