Early the next morning, Ian headed deeper into the Glowing Forest, led by Hawke.
The deeper they went, the more the fog began to thin.
In its place, a hazy luminescence like moonlight enveloped the forest. This was likely the origin of the name "Glowing Forest."
The path underfoot grew much clearer and more defined, obviously worn down and crudely maintained from long-term use.
After walking for about an hour, the faint, noisy hubbub of voices drifted from up ahead, along with a mixed scent of herbs, ores, leather, and some kind of cheap incense.
After passing through a grove of exceptionally tall silver-leaf trees, the scene before them suddenly opened up.
A creek about ten meters wide meandered past. Its water was clear, shimmering with a faint, silvery-white sheen in the hazy light. This had to be Misty Creek.
Scattered along both banks of the creek were over a hundred buildings of various sizes.
