It was no more than a day's walk, by the estimates of Astrid, yet the closer he came, the more an uncertain feeling swirled inside him.
Through a forest of mystical trees that bloomed with glowing, night-blue leaves, they ventured.
"So, this place is the boundaries before the territory the World Guild is in?" Noah commented, looking up at the humming trees.
There was no way to see the sky as it was obscured by the illuminant canopy of leaves that acted as a ceiling in itself. He developed a sense for spiritual existences; the presence of lesser spirits floating among the branches provided a comforting guidance.
"I still don't know why you skipped the parade," Otto sighed, walking with his arms behind his head. "Seriously, we–I mean…you could've hit it up with the cutest girls in Ballou!"
"Seriously, dude?" Noah said with a look of disappointment in his friend.
A sharp elbow to the side from the archer's twin set him back on track from such lecherous thoughts.
