Axion was a realm of perpetual storm, where the sky was both a canvas and a battlefield. Towering cloudscapes dominated the horizon, churning with shades of deep grey, cobalt blue, and flashes of brilliant silver. These clouds were not ordinary vapour but infused with divine energy, crackling with veins of lightning that illuminated the realm in bursts of dazzling light.
The air was alive with a constant hum of electricity, vibrating with power that made every breath feel charged and invigorating. Winds swirled in controlled chaos, carrying the sharp tang of ozone, while deep, resonant thunder rolled like a heartbeat, steady and commanding.
Axion comprised of massive, floating islands that drifted gracefully within the endless sky. These landmasses were connected by bridges of lightning, shimmering arcs of energy that pulsed with life. Each island was unique: