They followed Nala through the winding corridors of the wooden castle. The air grew cooler the deeper they ventured into the structure.
Unlike typical stone castles, which often felt confining and heavy, this place exuded openness.
The corridors were wide and spacious, their walls adorned with intricate carvings of beasts and trees. Small panes of glass embedded in the wooden walls allowed streams of natural light to filter through, casting soft patterns on the polished floors.
Gentle breeze carried the faint scent of wood and blossoms, making the air feel refreshing and light.
Every step they took echoed faintly, the sound absorbed by the organic surroundings rather than bouncing harshly off cold stone.
His eyes wandered, taking in the serene beauty around him. For a fleeting moment, he felt the urge to pause and soak it all in. The ambiance was calming, almost hypnotic, and it whispered of peace—something he rarely experienced.
