The morning sun filtered through the towering trees of the Elven Forest, casting beams of light across the path as Arthur, Casia, Garudax, Celina, and Trayona wandered deeper into the forest. The air felt fresh and clean, and the scent of moss and pine filled their senses. It was peaceful, serene, and for the first time in a long while, they could relax—at least for a little while.
"This place is... incredible," Casia breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the towering trees, their trunks covered in silver-green bark that seemed to shimmer in the light.
Arthur couldn't help but agree. There was something almost magical about the Elven Forest, something that felt ancient and alive. He had been to many places on his journey, but this forest was unlike any other. It was as if the very air around them buzzed with energy, as though the forest itself was watching over them.
