A lot had happened in the dark forest, but Adam had to move on, and the Glass Bridge was already waiting for him.
It was supposed to be a quick and unobstructed path to the Forgotten Mills, but after talking to Garrah, Adam realized there was a small chance that things might not go according to plan.
Two figures standing in the middle of the bridge were waiting for him, or rather for anyone who wanted to cross the great gorge between the two zones.
"I see... I'm almost there." Adam narrowed his eyes as his vision traveled dozens of kilometers ahead.
Beyond the hills and fog, the first windmill came into view, its sails slowly turning as they caught the wind, moving the masses of air.
It was unknown what the purpose of this windmill and many others in the foggy lands was, but it was a start, and that was where Adam was headed.
Step. Step. Step.
With each step, he moved further away from the dark forest, approaching the Glass Bridge.
