The journey had been swift, but tension filled the air as Adrien and Billy led their group of Elven warriors into the valley Erend had pointed out. The sun already gone and the ominous red on the sky beside the red cloud casting long shadows over the terrain.
Once a place of beauty, the valley now lay in stark contrast to its former glory. The great river that once flowed through its center was nothing more than a cracked, parched bed right now.
Adrien and Billy pulled their unicorns to a stop at the edge of the dry expanse, their expressions mirroring the grim atmosphere.
The Elves around them murmured, their voices heavy with sorrow as they looked upon the riverbed. One of the older warriors spoke with a sadness that echoed through the group.
"This river was the lifeblood of this valley, wide enough for boats to sail through. Now... gone, in mere hours."
