Altair found himself standing before a magnificent willow tree, its towering presence commanding his attention. With a reverent gaze, he lifted his head, allowing his pale, platinum eyes to sweep over the lush canopy of leaves, their gentle rustling creating a symphony of nature. As he inhaled deeply, the invigorating scent of the thriving flora enveloped his senses, and he could not help but revel in the vibrant life surrounding him. Then, as he exhaled with a satisfied sigh, his moment of tranquility was shattered by a faint sound emanating from the depths of the tree's shadow.
In response to the unexpected noise, Altair's brows furrowed slightly, hinting at a growing sense of unease.
"Venturing here during the daylight was a decision fraught with peril, a reckless choice. What could possibly be so urgent that it demanded your presence at this hour?"
