Chapter 844 - Elendor [8]

Dusty old, the passage of time beat itself into the walls, the floor, and those chained by arms and legs. Dressed in the shirt Onte threw, Igna felt his way across the forest leading to the outer wall. One constant remained, the farther one moves from the castle, the lesser appealing grows the surrounding, similar to an oasis amidst a wasteland. 'Spirit control,' he rummaged through the stray branches, leaves, and occasional crackle of twigs. The descending incline, masked behind the untouched vegetations, leveled into the vague shape of a hovel. A rough disparity, he shuffled onto the strange extension, '-man-made,' he skipped and dropped, landing squarely on the only path of land. Behind rose a temple-like entrance, pillars holding slated roof – between the color and mud, nature was victorious in her conquest.