Soon, everyone arrived at a small clearing on the outskirts of the wilderness with a small pond nestled quietly at its center. The water was unnaturally still, so still that it looked like a polished mirror rather than a natural body of water.
The pond was ringed by smooth stones. Strange flowers with bioluminescent veins bloomed at the edges, their petals drifting open as if responding to the group's presence. A soft mist curled along the surface of the water, weaving in lazy patterns that made it seem quite breathtaking.
"Wow… What a beautiful place… It's so romantic… Hubby, I am loving this adventure…" Aurora hopped over and whispered in Damon's ear.
Her tone was gentler than usual, clearly thanks to the audience of Damon's entire family, but the mischief in her eyes never left. She had no concept of danger. Wilderness or not, she looked like she was on a fairy-tale picnic.
The others, however, were far from relaxed.
