"Grr…"
Above the Shrouded Wilds, three large flying beasts glided effortlessly when one of them suddenly paused and growled, its eyes glowing faintly with golden light.
"…What is it?"
Its rider—a woman with short white hair tied into a braid—asked as her hand rested gently on the beast's neck.
Seeing her beast act like that, the other two beasts stopped as well, their riders turned towards the woman with a frown.
"Saria, what happened?"
One of them questioned.
The woman stared at him before turning back towards her Drake.
"Grr…"
The creature once again let out a low growl, and Saria instantly realized that the growl wasn't out of anger but from… unease.
A solemn look appeared on Saria's face; she stared at the Shrouded Wilds beneath them silently.
From above, the forest looked endless—a sea of darkness and mist. No sunlight touched it, no shadow shifted. Only the faint, strange glow of bioluminescent plants broke the grey monotony.
"Something's wrong,"
Saria muttered.
