[Congratulations On Your First Series, Grim Warden!]
Killian stepped into the dense forest littered with tall canopy trees that swallowed most of the sunlight, only letting little light slip into the fog.
The air felt damp and heavy, and his steps sunk into the ground. "Domain Totality Art: Realmcraft."
The tendrils under his legs spread to his back and front, as if claiming their territory. Few strands went ahead, draining ambient mana from the loose ground and lush greens.
Killian kept walking, ignoring the eerie silence around him. He reached a large dried up tree, the fog had been cleared unnaturally around it.
The knight he expected was standing, resting against the tree with her eyes closed. The lady tilted her head, reacting to his footsteps that encroached on the grasslands around her.
Killian dragged his eyes to the coffin beside her. He inhaled, and gently exhaled. He knew the coffin had his sister, alive, but it bothered him that she was kept in that box.
