In the next few days, Oriana and Arlan finally reached Agartha. Oriana, exhausted from the journey, found strength with Snowflake by her side.
"Finally, we are here," Yorian announced, as they faced the dense forest and the rocky walls beyond, giving the impression that the land ended there.
"I don't see anything," Oriana murmured, standing by Arlan's side, her small hand enveloped in his.
Yorian flicked his fingers, and the world around them changed in a heartbeat. Gone was the ordinary, replaced by a realm straight out of a fairy tale. They stood at the edge of a vast, magical land brimming with life and color.
Before them spread a landscape of lush greenery, shimmering under the golden glow of the sun. In the distance, majestic mountains rose, their peaks gently caressed by delicate, wispy clouds. Waterfalls cascaded gracefully from the heights, their clear waters feeding into winding rivers that sparkled like liquid crystal.
