As the group continued their journey, the oppressive weight of the Illusory Blooms lifted further behind them. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the vast, rolling landscape ahead. After hours of travel, they finally crested a hill, and in the distance, a town came into view, nestled between two towering cliffs.
Kaelen squinted, his sharp eyes catching sight of the settlement. "There," he pointed. "A town. We might be able to rest and gather supplies."
The others followed his gaze, taking in the sight. The town seemed peaceful, almost forgotten by time, with ancient, weathered stone buildings and narrow, winding streets. Despite its small size, there was something strange about it—something that made it stand out from the usual bustling villages they have seen before.
"That's the Town of Old," Guinevere said softly, her expression thoughtful as she gazed upon it.
