Their distance from the city of the tree spirits—Dun Kanar was no longer far.
The next day, their group arrived at the forest of giant trees. Bryan knelt before this forest, burying his forehead into the lichens.
The three demon hunters involuntarily followed the sturdy trunks with their gaze, and even when their necks were bent at the maximum angle, they could not see deep into the canopies.
The trees here, just by age alone, inspired awe in sentient beings, even those like elves who belonged to the long-lived species.
Ciri's reaction was simple; she just sighed enviously, seemingly lamenting the absence of such magnificent trees in her royal gardens.
Lann recognized that most of these robust and majestic trees were oak, along with purple cedar, white walnut, and more.
Their diameters were generally over ten meters, and just the twisted, thick roots gathered together and turned into trunks were already taller by two heads than the tallest of their group, Lann.
