Bahamut found himself in a beautiful forest. It was currently nighttime, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the three moons glowing with colors of blue, silver, and orange in the sky. They were so huge and so close that he felt he could touch them with a jump.
The wind was soft and cool, carrying with a faint scent of night flowers and peace. A path opened up in front of him while fireflies appeared, flying around him. He could hear their soft insect cries, which seemed to tell him to follow them. And follow he did.
They passed through trees so tall they seemed to touch the sky. He could even swear that they were taller than the obsidian citadel. Beautiful bushes surrounded the trees, seemingly hiding their roots from sight. Blue and purple flowers opened from the bushes, releasing a sweet scent into the surroundings.
