Huge trees towered and blocked most of the sunlight from reaching the ground. With the light only managing to break through relatively thin slits, the scenery created was one of beauty and tranquility.
There was a constant low vibrational hum, the rustling of leaves and vegetation, ticks, screeches and cackles.
At a distance, you could hear the running river.
In that pristine scene, two figures flickered two metres above the ground.
With loud groans, they hit the ground.
One was a boy with black hair, his face bloody, the other was a girl with similarly dark hair, wincing as she grabbed her ribs.
Hadrian wheezed as the Alia vessel struggled to breathe. The sorcerer lady had been crushing her throat before she was teleported here.
When Hadrian stimulated the mystical box, with the state it was in and being suppressed by the Baron and Bagdona, it created an opportunity not to attack but to escape.
