When night fell over the city of Vern, the carriage carrying Lenon and others arrived at its gates.
"Whoa, whoa," the carriage man called out, pulling his horse to a stop as the carriage gradually came to a halt.
Lenon stepped out of the carriage as the door swung open. Before him lay a city much similar to Nimvy, but one striking difference caught his eye: the abundance of greenery. Unlike Nimvy, this city boasted lush vegetation.
His gaze fell upon a colossal tree reaching towards the sky from the city's center, its branches spreading far and wide, casting shadows over half the city.
