Amon continued moving toward the eastern edge of Elarith City.
The lively sounds of the city slowly faded behind him while the number of people around gradually decreased. The stone roads eventually turned rougher and quieter as fewer lamps illuminated the surroundings.
Soon, he finally stepped beyond the outer walls of the city. In front of him spread a familiar forest beneath the moonlight.
The Whispering Woods.
Tall green trees stretched endlessly ahead while cold night wind moved through the forest slowly, causing leaves and branches to sway softly while faint rustling sounds echoed everywhere.
Silver moonlight poured down from the night sky and illuminated parts of the forest beautifully.
Amon quietly stared ahead for a moment.
Then he let out a small laugh.
"Hah... I spent so many months in a place surrounded by trees."
