When their feet touched the ground after being pulled by Gabrielle the two werewolves felt nothing. No power passed through their bodies to warn them. There wasn't any warm or cold sensation that enveloped their bodies. No shiver ran through their skin. As if they had crossed the threshold of a room, they had fallen into another world.
Eden froze, unable to know if he could trust what he was witnessing thanks to his perception skill. As soon as the blond werewolf set foot on the lands of the Servants of Talamh's territory, he looked up and first saw fields stretching to his right and his left, as far as the eye could see.
These fields were nothing extraordinary. However, above them, there was a sight quite incredible. Hundreds of will-o-wisps of bright colors were floating, each of them casting a soft, soothing light.
