Nash said that he knew the way to the nearest settlement.
Initially, when Rex heard the word settlement, he was expecting it to be a normal, well-developed town with houses, markets, and everything in between. A city of brick and stone isn't really suitable for this damp and evergreen meadow.
And he was correct to assume that.
But he wasn't expecting the settlement to be exactly what he was looking at right now.
Rex and the sisters stood near the downslope with a hilly flowery plain with colorful flowers glowing against the darkness. The flowery plain stretched as far as the eye can see, and it should be encircled by the meadow where they came from.
A town built on and around a massive lake could be seen about five miles away.
It teemed with life. Rex observed the people crowding the streets—trading, laughing, losing themselves in entertainments that spilled from every corner. But on the far side of the lake, the town's left wing told a different story.
A complete opposite.
