Emerging from the dimensional gaps, Seraphine and the witches were greeted by the rising morning sun in a vast grassland. The landscape was expansive, adorned with scattered trees and offering an unobstructed view of the plains. The air was chilly, lacking the biting cold of snow or ice, typical of the southern regions close to the sea—a haven from the winter's grasp.
Ordinarily, a journey from the capital to the southern region would take around two weeks by horse carriage. However, Iris's dimensional magic made such lengthy travel seem like child's play.
Taking in the surroundings, Seraphine wondered about the location of the dungeon Iris had mentioned. Were they standing right on it, or was it concealed nearby?
