"This is a creak, no, a river..." Anasthasia said with uneasiness in her tone. Her prowls bore heavy no comparable to how mountain giants would trek.
The decadence of green foliages was all around them; even the bright moonlight didn't help much from the shrouded canopies it bestowed upon them. Most of the time, they relied on other senses.
For Elliot, he continued to read from the direction of whispering winds.
Their paths turned steep and craggy again; they clung towards the rock wall, whatever firm stones they could hold on to as they trek further the depths of it.
"Could this well be a gorge?" Levi mused, after several steps away from them.
Anasthasia replied right away, "Indeed."
The winds turned out to be loud and deep like they were in a cavern. But they were far from afraid of these kinds of excursions they had to take.
Up close, Elliot sensed the sudden shift, which also had Anasthasia stopped her saunters.
