The journey to the forest of Nyrhael took three days.
It wasn’t an easy journey, but it wasn’t rushed either. They advanced at a steady pace, following ancient trails that delved deeper into lands where the human world began to blur. The air changed, becoming cooler, denser, as if the forest itself were watching them progress.
During the day they rode together, and at night they set up small camps at the edge of the path. Uzziel and Fara often went ahead to gather firewood or water, leaving Lissana and Eren alone more often than either would admit.
Lissana and Eren shared comfortable silences.
On the second day, as the sun began to set among the trees and the sky turned golden, Lissana sat next to him, watching as the newly lit fire gained strength.
“I never imagined we would get this
