The journey did not take as long as expected and remained relatively smooth, the ship gliding steadily through the air as the endless forest stretched beneath them. For a time, the calm persisted, almost deceptively peaceful, as if nothing within that vast expanse hinted at danger.
Just then, a small problem surfaced as their reserves of spirit stones had nearly run dry, leaving only a limited supply remaining for the journey ahead. This meant that very soon, the full burden of sustaining the ship's formation would fall entirely upon Han Leu alone.
As they approached the marked location, a strange and uneasy feeling began to settle within everyone present, growing heavier with every passing moment. The forest below appeared far too calm, lacking even the most natural signs of movement or life.
