Inside the seemingly endless forest, colossal trees towered like ancient pillars beneath a vast emerald canopy that stretched beyond sight.
Countless rays of golden sunlight filtered through the dense leaves above, casting shifting patterns across the moss-covered ground.
The air was cool and rich with the scent of earth, wildflowers, and ancient wood, while faint glowing motes drifted quietly between the trees like wandering spirits.
Every corner of the forest felt alive, as though the land itself was silently watching all who stepped within it.
The Midas caravan was currently divided into four groups, the individual squads that made up the present Sanguine Order.
Equilla moved at the front under Marzana's lead.
From time to time, she would gently place her hand against the trunks of the ancient trees and close her eyes in silence.
