Helia, too, found herself enveloped in the thick fog, but she clutched onto the treasure map tightly, using it as her guide to reach her destination.
She marched on, her steps decisive until she came across a garden. The white statues of angels with splendid wings stood before her, making her heart skip a beat. The fountain in the distance caught her eye, and she started walking toward it.
The garden was shrouded in serenity and the sound of the gentle trickle of water from the fountain. The trees that surrounded the perimeter of the garden were tall and lush, their branches extending toward the sky like outstretched crowns.
