In the magic universe, Liam One had his own objectives to pursue.
After leaving Velaris, he'd flown directly toward the forest, hoping to encounter Rikilda and Bethan.
The forest stretched for hundreds of kilometers in every direction, a vast wilderness that separated Velaris from the Elven territories to the north. Ancient trees rose like pillars supporting the sky, their canopies so dense that sunlight barely penetrated to the forest floor even at midday.
Liam One descended as he reached the forest's edge, choosing to walk rather than fly. Flight was efficient for covering distance, but it was also attention-grabbing, and he preferred to observe his surroundings carefully rather than announce his presence to everything in the vicinity.
He observed the forest as he walked. This was genuine wilderness, the kind of place where magical creatures lived according to their own hierarchies without concerning themselves with the civilizations at the forest's edges.
