The watchmen rose up out of the divine entryway into a scene washed in the brilliant tones of the sunset. The captivated domain invited them with a delicate breeze that conveyed murmurs of old insider facts and commitments of untold undertakings. The air was loaded up with a peaceful energy, a sign of the amicable combination they had organized.
Isabella, Xavier, Eleanor, and Emilia remained at the edge of a huge knoll lined by old woods and translucent streams. The amicable energy from the Divine Get-together waited around them, injecting the air with a feeling of reestablishment and endless conceivable outcomes.
As the gatekeepers took in the stunning landscape, Emilia saw a far off glinting — a progression of blazes moving not too far off. The Spirit of the Forest talked delicately, "The flares mark the resurrection of a failed to remember heritage — an inheritance that holds the way in to the captivated domain's development."
