Owen, regaining his composure, stroked his chin and spoke:
"Heartstealer Island is divided into two types of terrain. The first is what we see before us – a landscape of deserts and temples. The other, which we have yet to lay eyes on, is the opposite side of the island, characterized by forests and canyons."
"The island has a way of scattering people, whether by design or random space magic. In our case, this could actually be a blessing."
Erin, her face the epitome of innocence, seemed blissfully unaware of the peril they were in, of how treacherous their situation had become.
In her mind, as long as she was by Owen's side, she was in absolute safety.
"Master, what should we do now?" she asked.
Owen gazed into the distance, where the lush forest loomed like a ravenous beast, its hidden dangers unknown to any outsider.
