"Welcome to the Silverwood."
The entire riding convoy slows their steeds to a steady trot.
My eyes explore the metallic forest, everything in sight shines under the lustre of a scintillating sun. Though every gnarly tree and shrub are bare, all the twisting limbs and knobby branches are plated in silver. The earth beneath the horses' hooves is like stardust.
I cannot smell a thing. Nothing in the air, the wind itself is scant. The only thing I feel is the mounting heat, bearable, but the further we venture, the more the temperature seems to spike.
"This is...remarkable," Solaris breathes from beside me.
My gaze glides up the prevailing trees enamelled in steel.
Everything is entombed in a veneer of silver.
"What… made this forest like this?" Treyton asks from my rear.
Anthia and her brother trek on foot ahead of Kelan's horse.
