The stone in the center of the clearing was a light gray, with many cracks and marks that told the story of centuries past. Its surface was rough to the touch, as if the roots of the surrounding trees had embraced it over time, and there was a rune written on it that Kaizen remembered well from exploring this region some time ago.
The evening light created a play of dancing shadows on the stone and grass. A light breeze blew through the area, causing the leaves to rustle gently, making a serene sound.
As Kaizen watched the clearing, he noticed that the sky was tinted with shades of orange and pink. The sound of distant running water added a gentle soundtrack to the environment, matching the distant bird songs.
The mysterious Descragon had not yet arrived, but Kaizen could sense that she was getting closer. The location seemed to have been carefully chosen for a quiet and private meeting, away from the curious and indiscreet glances of the other players.
