Lyerin stood on the edge of the massive mountain tree where his temporary tribe had helped him establish his enigmatic statues.
His arms crossed, his gaze pierced the horizon, and he let out a long sigh.
The entire journey through this land was still fresh in his memory, each place a vivid picture painted in his mind. For the first time in a while, he allowed himself a rare moment of reflection.
Lyerin began, his voice steady and reflective.
"The Obsidian Canyon... its jagged walls shimmer like black mirrors under faint light. A place of eerie beauty. The lizard creatures there, oh yes, those prism-scaled predators. They didn't attack me, no.
"They were cautious, yes, but calculating, as though they were measuring whether I was worth the effort. I wonder... would they have struck if I lingered too long? Or were they just cowards basking in their illusory superiority? Amusing, really."
He chuckled lightly.
