"There's an extremely precious herb over there."
Kiefer's voice drifted across the whispering winds of the grassy plains as his lifted left hand pointed at a slight rise in the emerald waves of grass that swayed endlessly beneath the faint glow of the Chained Firmament.
Corey raised a brow when he heard Kiefer's words. He narrowed his eyes and looked at where he was pointing.
Kiefer's finger shifted again, and again, and again, and it looked like he was tracing faint lines through the distance, marking several locations one after another.
"There are precious herbs scattered across this plain. Not just one... but many."
Corey's sharp eyes followed each point, and he increased the output of his Eyes of Omniscience to see if he could find something.
'Hmm... I noticed a few, but they might and might not be the precious herbs he was talking about.'
