The night was heavy.
Not dark, just heavy.
Whereas to Clayton, this was just returning to a vestige of his past that was long carved at the back of his mind, to Torren and the others, the wrongness of this region of Echoterra exposed them to things that they had never seen before.
Yes, they were born and grew up in the era of the Genesis Protocols, but even that didn't prepare them for what this world offered them.
They were yet to face the main conflict of this trial, and yet, they already felt out of their element.
The only reason why they stayed calm was because of him… Clayton, their Verdant Lord. With him, they felt like they could take on whatever the Trial threw at them and return home stronger than ever before.
Despite their confidence though, they were not complacent. They knew that to survive, they had to give their all.
The scar below them pulsed like a living wound, each throb sending faint ripples through the soil.
