"What… what is that…?"
One of the three soldiers walking with Kael spoke as he stared at the sight in front of him with an awed look on his face.
"It feels… warm."
The second soldier commented.
"Warm and peaceful."
Tarin added.
They were still inside the Shrouded Wilds, so this place should be anything but peaceful, but… for some reason, Tarin and the other two soldiers felt the same.
Unlike most of the areas in the Shrouded Wilds, there was no mist here. Their instincts didn't ring constantly either. Rather, they all felt… safe.
The three soldiers slowly walked forward, their eyes fixed on the sight in front of them.
Two colossal trees towered ahead—their trunks so massive that even ten men standing shoulder to shoulder couldn't wrap around one. Their roots coiled into the earth like great serpents, meeting at the center where something extraordinary rested—a dragon's head, carved from the roots themselves.
The dragon's eyes were closed, as if he was in deep slumber.
