At the same time, five hundred kilometers from Alex's group current was a forest.
The forest was gigantic, luminous, and diverse. Its canopy was contested by cypress, poplar, and sycamore, who left just enough light for a medley of sprouts to use the soft, rich soils below.
Curling creepers grasped every tree, and a potpourri of flowers, which were seen occasionally, protruded from the otherwise monotonous lower level.
A cacophony of sounds, predominantly those of birds and insects, echoed in the air and formed a chaotic orchestra with the occasional sounds of monsters in the distance.
Suddenly, the forest turned quiet before birds and monsters started escaping from the forest, afraid of something.
