[THE MIDLANDS]
The central forest was quiet, and a little too different for what Unar had thought it would be like.
The last time he had been here was a month ago, when he had come to see whether Alanor was here. He had been so desperate that despite the warning that Edison had given him, Unar Stitt never listened.
Instead, the young prince had made the journey alone, to the central forest; a forest that had seen so many live and die, but also one that had seen the chaos itself.
"No one is here yet," Armando said to Unar, and the young prince just looked around absentmindedly. It was like he was in his own world, until he spoke, making the ten warriors he had come with to look at him like he was a lost cause.
"I set up the meeting and I may or may have not forgotten to ask Shala the time for the meeting. Besides, if we were late, he would have left us a message here," Unar argued and the warriors facepalmed.
