The night was aglow with the delicate sparkle of the moon, giving occasion to feel qualms about a silver light the land. Seraphina and Ruler Lucius remained on the incline of a rough bluff, ignoring the tremendous breadth of the evil spirit domain. Their breaths blended in the cold air as they looked at the skyline, expectation and stress scratched into their demeanors.
"We've progressed significantly," Seraphina said, her voice conveying a blend of depletion and assurance.
Lucius gestured, his eyes fixed on the far off mountains. " What's more, we have further to go. The Mythical beast's Heart is inside those old pinnacles, stowed away from the eyes of everything except the most undaunted."
