Moist was wafting through the air, the waterfall was roaring and sloping down. Jodian was one of the most beautiful lands that existed and its shores kissed the ocean from the east and heaved up to the Frozen lands from the north.
This land had all kinds of beauties and through the past years, it had increased as its beautifully carved back to its natural shape. From rare trees and colorful trees to many races of dears and wildlife. From amazing rivers to waterfalls, a land that was just veiled in bliss and prosperity.
William found himself in an ancient ruined stone building that seemed to be the old palace of Jodian, ivies grew and claimed here. Yet, it had a strange aura, felt like sorrow was performing in the air hiddenly. The place was dim, life and death, both could be sensed.
He looked around and saw no one. He remembered that Tristan used to speak of this glorious place that now left nothing of it.
