It was one of those rare moonlit nights, where the vast expanse of the heavens shimmered brilliantly, and countless stars twinkled resplendently in the night skies, appearing like precious diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas.
This ethereal and breathtaking view was reflected in the myriad of small, isolated ponds scattered throughout the expansive forest of the lesser dimension.
Only from an elevated bird's eye perspective could one truly appreciate and savor the enchanting sight of a thousand beautiful skies at the same time, And in the entire lesser dimension, only Val, the astute observer, had the privilege to hold this unparalleled view in his eyes as he gracefully flew across the sky on his broom, relentlessly and determinedly honing in on Oliver's precise location.
One might ask, why had he taken to the skies using the Flying Broom when he was in a rush to reach Oliver?
Well, the answer was quite simple honestly.
