A week later, the two Hunters arrived at the place known as the home of the All-father. A place with green trees towering in every spot imaginable. Fatherwood forest.
The wind here carried a breeze of mana, the strings of it can even be seen with naked eyes. Surfing among them were fairies, small yet meaningful. Their colorful lights flickered as they fly from plant to plant. A song could be heard if close enough with them, though one could always listen to the birds serenading it.
"Thanks for the ride, Evann!" Celene waved to the elf as she hopped down from the dragonic rayfish right after Blaz.
"No problem. Have fun with your gathering." The elf rode his rayfish away, flying west where the Blueleaf reside.
"See ya!" Yelled the lycan.
"Don't get too loud, Celene. You're bothering the dryads." Blaz softly warned the lycan.
