As Lyon walked across the bridge, he raised his eyebrows and pondered aloud, "Hmm, even Grandpa Long and the others are not allowed." The realization added weight to each step, the bridge seemingly stretching further as he moved forward.
At the end of the bridge was a cave-like platform, formed from ancient, massive roots that intertwined and spiraled into a natural archway. The air grew cooler and more humid as he approached, the scent of earth and old wood filling his nostrils.
Entering the cave, Lyon's steps echoed softly against the root-covered ground. He made his way toward the center, his senses alert to any movement or sound. The dim light within the cave contrasted sharply with the bright entrance, but a single beam of sunlight pierced through a crack in the ceiling, illuminating the center.
