In the distance, a crystal-clear stream wound its way through the meadow, its waters shimmering under the soft, golden light that seemed to emanate from no particular source. The stream's gentle babbling added a soothing background to the otherwise quiet floor, further enhancing the sense of peace and tranquility that pervaded the Haven of Spring Cranes.
Yet, despite the floor's outward beauty and serenity, there was an underlying tension that Cyrus could feel in the pit of his stomach. This place was too perfect, too calm—a stark contrast to the dangers he knew awaited him deeper within the dungeon. The cranes, though peaceful in appearance, carried an aura of ancient power, and their calm demeanor only served to heighten his wariness. They were not ordinary creatures, and this was not an ordinary place.
