The valleys were bathed in the blue shadows of the morn.
It was a place nestled with the beauty of constantly blossoming nature, lush trees, enchanting wildflowers, and delicate fauna.
But now, there were brutal marks across the ashen trees.
The earth was battered and all the herbs and flowers trampled. And one huge boulder was smashed into pieces, black traces of smoke and fragments of melting rocks shrouded the crumbled boulder.
"This is where we last saw him."
The shrine maiden stated.
Her loose airy robes were lightly fluttering with the morning breeze, as folded her hands and quietly glanced at Ahzure.
"Beastly," he remarked, tracing his gaze along the trail of destruction and looking back at the distant temple. "You're telling me managed to break past the holy knights?"
There was a low nod.
