After the skirmish with the goblin bandits, I finally reached the end of the Goblin Forest. The dense canopy of trees began to thin, allowing beams of sunlight to pierce through the foliage. The sound of the forest gave way to a new, more soothing noise—the rushing rapids of the river crossing.
As I stepped out from the shadows of the forest, the sight of the river unfolded before me. The water was crystal clear, cascading over smooth stones and creating frothy white waves. The river stretched wide, its banks lined with lush greenery and wildflowers that added a touch of color to the scene. The air was fresh and cool, carrying the scent of water and earth, a welcome change from the oppressive atmosphere of the Goblin Forest.
