High among the clouds, on the Floating Island concealed by a large-scale Confundus Charm, the purple-robed worshippers escorting the guests appeared one after another on a pentagram platform at the island's edge.
The political figures and businessmen they had brought along had no time to admire the grandeur and beauty around them. They immediately doubled over, dry-heaving.
"Urgh!"
Their insides churned so violently that they nearly brought up last night's dinner. Stars flashed before their eyes, and they felt as though they had just been dragged through a toilet. It was utterly unbearable!
As they slowly recovered, the fragrance of flowers reached their noses, while clear, melodious birdsong and the gentle tinkling of spring water filled their ears.
Supporting their aching backs, they looked up. Before they could even wipe their mouths, every last one of them went wide-eyed.
Covered bridges linked three towering peaks wreathed in mist, with stone sculptures standing all around, ancient and mysterious.
The majesty of the Dragon Kite Divine Palace and the dazzling radiance of its golden roof made them feel impossibly small.
Beside a clear, emerald lake, white towers and silver halls stretched into the distance. Exotic beasts frolicked among the woods and fragrant grass, a sight that seemed to cleanse the soul.
Wizards flew overhead, some riding broomsticks and others wrapped in clouds of smoke, lending the place an even more magical air.
Like country bumpkins who had never seen the world, the guests kept crying out in amazement.
"So this... this is the wizards' world? It's absolutely beautiful!"
"My God! This must be heaven! Even the air tastes sweet!"
"Look down over that cliff! Is that Big Ben on the ground? Ah! We really are on an island floating in the sky!"
"..."
Once they had marveled to their hearts' content, William,