Lassim stepped carefully away from the Nexus clearing of the forest, following the faintly glowing trail that led to the Research Grove. He was curious to take up Varen's suggestion on visiting there before it was dark.
There was still probably at least three hours before the sun fell below the horizon, and the already gloomy surroundings from the constant storm that encompassed the island would darken further. At least the trees and constant lightning provided ample light, but he could only guess how dark things would get when night fell.
The storm around the island provided a backdrop of constant mana that, even now, his progenitor marks were slowly absorbing passively. The occasional rumble of thunder blending into the chorus of distant voices up ahead that he could slightly pick up on with his enhanced cultivation and physique.
