On the other side of the portal, they found themselves in another forest. The only difference was that this forest looked and felt different.
It was alive.
With their sensitivity from training, they could sense the animals scurrying about and even larger ones that hid in their surroundings.
One more thing stood out in this forest—A path that led straight from where they stood.
It stretched far back as well, but Lynnor's instructions were to go forward.
Aramith smoothly transformed into the wolf. The runes around it pulsed with a rhythm, and his eyes glowed softly. Darkness emanated from his back as well, creating a soft steam of black smoke that dispersed.
At the moment, he'd grown to control it better and now has his form stand at six feet at the shoulder.
"We should get going," he growled.
Mozrael nodded and climbed onto his back. This was the fifth time she'd done this since he learned to control his ability.
