A night of rest.
When two suns, one gold and one white, rose into the sky together, the Endless Forest Sea awoke from its slumber. The morning mist steamed and dissipated under the splendor of the twin suns.
Raylo and his party set out once more, their destination clear.
The Mammoth Basin to the South.
The heavy footsteps of the Hill Giants were like war drums, making the earth tremble slightly with every step.
They shouldered massive Wolf Fang Clubs. Above the party, Griffin Knights formed patrol formations, watching for any potential threats.
Raylo rode on the back of the Storm Griffin King, Baofeng. In front of him, Moonlight lay lazily, the fluffy tip of its tail occasionally sweeping across Raylo's arm.
The two-hour journey was quickly shortened by the tireless pace of the Giants.
Soon, a clear stream appeared before them.
The water wasn't deep, just enough to cover the Giants' ankles. It gurgled as it flowed eastward, eventually merging into the Canglan River.
