As they filled their stomachs with food, and their hearts with resolve, soon the luminescence returned to the sky of reverse, seraphic trees.
All eight of the Weltwanderers set off to the grandiose castle that sat at the end of Camlann, traversing the small, bumpy hills littered with fallen knights and seeded blades.
Within an hour's journey, they found themselves before the pearly, colossal gates before the castle. The area in front of the castle gates differed from most of the strange land; the ivory grass was replaced with smooth, untainted cobblestone.
As expected, the gate was already unlocked and slightly parted; blood painted subtly across the edges of the otherwise immaculate fortress.
This is it, Ren thought.
"Ready?"
Ren looked back, but he hardly had to look back as the eyes of his comrades held the same resolve as he did.
"Alright, let's do this—"
