The next day, the trio arrived near a strangely steep hill surrounded by flat ground.
Laemno's first impression of the area was jarring—the vegetation was a vivid green, the sky was a bright blue, and the few flowery patches were glistening in unnatural colors.
It was as if he had entered an alternate realm where everything had a highly saturated and intense sheen.
The only hint of normalcy lay atop the mound, where a simple, unremarkable stone house stood.
"That shed is as dilapidated as ever," The Wayfarer reminisced as he led them towards it.
"Is this your craftsman friend's workshop?" Laemno asked.
"Indeed. On a somehow related note, try not to gaze too intently at our surroundings," The Wayfarer cautioned. "The anomalies you're detecting are aftereffects of an intricate Theurgic Field encircling this place. They could overwhelm your senses and cause your mind to collapse if you're not careful."
