Further observation soon allowed Arthur to realise that Mr. Claw's Sanctuary was brilliantly designed to hold several different habitats in this little bubble protected by magic.
A large field, tall bushes, grazing fields as far as the eye could see, scattered trees as well as thick forests, a river whose existence Arthur was still struggling with…
The prince didn't doubt the existence of a pond or swamp in this vast sanctuary… and he didn't question how such a place could exist either.
However, this all came to a pause when Arthur caught wind of a very troubling HeatWave message.
The prince set his sight ahead of his party of phoenixes and dashed for the treeline. Having heard a cry for help, his body moved on his own.
Time was of the essence.
The layout of the farm was ambiguous at first sight. A large field like this, full of life and animals that anyone could kill for was bound to be attacked often.
