The morning sun cast a soft golden glow over the Goblin Village as I said my final goodbyes, Gobtia's and the Chief's sincere wishes ringing in my ears.
I stepped out of the village's boundary and turned to look back one last time, carrying with me their hopes and the warmth of their home.
With a deep breath, I began my journey, trekking through the thick forest, across the gleaming white sands of the beach, and finally onto the brilliant blue sea.
As I distanced myself from the shore, the vibrancy of the world gradually waned.
The once radiant azure sky was now a murky grey, its vast expanse punctuated by ominous clouds.
The winds grew colder, and the sea began to swell and heave. Slowly but surely, I was approaching the Dark Waters.
The transformation was gradual but relentless. The further I travelled, the more the atmosphere grew oppressive, heavy with a sense of foreboding.
