The morning progressed calmly, the three of them walking in long stretches of silence.
The atmosphere is still and tense, the only sound coming from the natural noises of the forest and the quiet sound of their footsteps against the crunchy leaves beneath them.
The sunlight filtered through the treetops in patches, casting moving patterns of light and shadow over their path.
Flykra led the way to their destination— Ryukiyo's former domain where the elf named Reyhangul is locked up, his gaze fixed forward and expression blank.
Rukiyo and Blank walked a few paces behind.
The dragoness' eyes wander over the trees around them with nothing coming to mind, just merely observing the scenery.
As they walked, Blank managed to maneuver his way to Rukiyo's side.
