Before long the land, as far as the eye could see, was covered in emerald green grass that darkened in patches and lightened in others. Morgan chalked that up to being the swell and restraint on power that was added to Albion’s abilities and nothing more.
“The grass is great, Al. It looks soft enough to sleep on,” Morgan complemented his wide reach.
“But what’s to eat?” Albion caught his concern, despite how impressed Morgan really was.
“We can always go fishing,” Morgan offered instead.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to be out of the water for a while.
Morgan couldn’t help but laugh.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he replied. “I think everyone feels the same, honestly. Even Liia turned.”
He panned away from Albion to find Liia dotting the land with lakes and rive
