Before him stretched a sight so unexpected that Marcus instinctively slowed Blackie to a halt, unsure whether he had truly stepped deeper into the Mystic Turtle's Tomb or somehow escaped it entirely.
A gentle green hill rolled beneath a clear blue sky, forests swayed in the breeze, and a stream wound peacefully through the land like a silver ribbon. Soft white clouds drifted overhead, sunlight bathing everything in calm warmth. Nothing about this place resembled a burial ground. If anything, it looked like a forgotten paradise hidden away from the world.
