The transition from the blood-soaked dirt of the breach to the depths of the Orrath Forest was like stepping from a nightmare into a high-budget fantasy flick.
Sol followed a few paces behind Kira, his bare feet sinking into a carpet of strange silver moss that felt more like velvet than vegetation. Every time his heel hit the ground, a faint ripple of sapphire light spread out from the point of impact, as if the forest itself was alive or something, that Kira explained was the forest "welcoming" a guest.
And despite being in a forest, He wasn't limping or stumbling anymore. He strangely felt light, yet dangerously dense, like a coil of spring steel waiting for an excuse to snap. It was a strange experience.
As they walked, a soft, melodic murmuring filled the air. It sounded like a thousand distant conversations happening at once.
