Damian was currently taking long leaps across the Lands of Stone.
He crossed regions filled with massive Ancestral Pillars, those impossibly tall trees that rose up endlessly toward skies they never quite reached. Their trunks were wider than the huts of entire tribes, their canopies so high that they seemed to merge with the clouds themselves. Between them, smaller vegetation flourished in the Mana-rich soil, creating patches of green amid the endless gray of stone.
And there were animals everywhere.
Intricate creatures scattering here and there as the horde of Primal Beasts passed through their territories. These ones hadn't drawn in enough Mana in their bodies to become Primal Beasts themselves. They were still ordinary creatures, still bound by the limitations of flesh that had not been transformed by power.
But they were fascinating nonetheless.
