After traveling with the hot air balloon for slightly more than a day, Ackster and the others left Tenger. They didn't cross any borders or coastlines, nor did they fly over the ocean. But Ackster could tell my reading the air and mana that they weren't in Tenger anymore. They were somewhere he had never been before.
As he sensed the atmosphere a little more, Ackster realized that very few people had been there. The mana and the air itself seemed undisturbed and untouched by humans.
The trees were old. Ackster didn't notice it at first, but just by looking at the trees, Ackster could tell that they were ancient. If he had to guess, they were even older than all of the dragons he had met combined.
He didn't even know when or how they had gotten here. They had been flying over an ordinary forest somewhere north in Tenger when, all of a sudden, the atmosphere changed.
