"Wow! This island is huge!"
Obsidia couldn't help but stare at the vast landscape in front of her.
The Island of Silence was massive. The ground was as white as snow, soft and cool beneath their feet.
The trees and plants growing all around them were beautiful too.
They came in all kinds of colors—blue, green, red, and purple. Each one gave off a fresh, soothing scent.
"You're right, Obsidia. Now I can see why they say this island is like a piece of heaven that fell to earth," Arnold said, looking around in awe.
Flugar didn't say anything, but the excitement in his eyes was obvious.
"Even though I said this island is dangerous, the plants here are all valuable treasures. Take whatever you want."
"Really!?"
Obsidia's eyes sparkled.
Nolan nodded.
"Go ahead and pick some, but don't take more than you need. This island has a will of its own and will drive away anyone who gets too greedy."
"Yay!"
