Azemo broke through the tree line after a good deal of walking and was greeted by a peacefully empty horizon. Only a single dirt road stretched away from him, winding and twisting around the large rocks and patches of trees.
It was not a spectacular sight and for that very reason the scene was calming, like a place one would often go to spend their time.
Azemo surveyed the area with his eyes hyper focused. It had been easy to refind the forest after he left, all he had to do was look behind him, but somewhere he had never been would be much more difficult.
Azemo stood stock still for a good minute before the usual flawed nature of human craftsmanship invited him forward.
A strain of mana, uncommon in nature, could be seen leaking out of a patch of trees arranged in a circle. To be fair to those that made the cloaking spell, most folks would not be able to see mana and therefore they could never find the humans, but Azemo was not most folks.
