The sun was beginning to set behind the thick canopy of trees, encasing the entryway of stone pillars in brilliant golden light. Ezrial stood in front of it, out of breath.
“It’s really here,” He gasped.
He had run for miles, desperate to reach this corner of the woods before night settled and beastly creatures scoured for dinner. Cautiously, he peers into the shadows of the foliage until he dec...