Amidst the sea of dark green trees, there was a thin, pale green roadway. It crawled through the forest like a slow earthworm, wider in some places and narrower in others, twisting and turning unpredictably.
A carriage drove slowly along that road, followed by a team of horseriding bodyguards in black.
The sky was beginning to dim. The setting sun was obscured by layers of thick clouds, only the slightest bit of red light seeping through.
The carriage soon stopped at the end of the road. The old driver steadied it, and turned around to yell,
"This is as far as we can go, the carriage can’t go any further."
"Got it, you can go back now, Old Peter. Come back here to fetch us in two days." The door opened and a young man in tight black clothes jumped out as he spoke loudly.
"Yes, Young Master."
