The trio walked into the small clearing. Like all the others, it was surrounded by thick trees. The clearing was a blanket of thick grass with wildflowers sprinkled on it like confetti. There was nothing else. No bushes or trees, just thick grass and wildflowers.
The light breeze brushed through the clearing, gently swaying the grass. The smell of the wildflowers wafted through the air, producing a sweet scent. The mid-afternoon heat of the twin suns bathed the field in a gentle warmth.
Drake sighed as he looked around the small clearing. "If I didn't know that this place is so dangerous, I would have thought it was magical. Then again, magic itself is truly terrifying."
Mike chuckled, the sound echoing through the clearing. "And you are terrifying yourself when you use it. At least we can attempt to protect ourselves."
