After their conversation, Nathalie found herself, alongside Jonathan, in an abandoned courtyard. In front of them were Dusk and Dawn, escorting their way to the place they ought to go.
The sun had still yet to set; if not the orange dapple light that cast on their path, then it would've been harder to see, or so she thought.
Around her found magical fireflies, lingering around whimsically with assorted colors, almost pleasing to the eyes.
The stone pavements were filled not with moss and lichens but trails of grass sprouted among the cracks. On either side now had tough column hedgerows and wild plants that grow in profusion.
She almost got tripped from the vine, gasping, which she ended up cutting them with a blade of ice on her fingers.
If she hadn't known what this place was, it was safe to assume it was a magical jungle domain.
They had been trekking for who knew how long, but she never complained about what it was then.
