Chapter 47: Through Sylveraine's Heart
With a majority vote, we decided to check the Sylveraine realm.
The wagon rocked gently beneath us, its enchanted wheels humming softly against the old stone road that carved through the emerald expanse of Sylveraine. Shafts of light broke through the canopy above, weaving dappled patterns across the carriage walls. The rhythmic clatter of hooves — three silver-maned horses pulling us deeper into the elven realm — was steady and soothing, yet beneath the calm, there was a heaviness none of us spoke about.
Helios dozed near the back with his arms crossed, his fiery hair catching streaks of afternoon sun. Ruby hummed faintly to herself, polishing her twin blades with a cloth that gleamed like fresh snow. Gaia and Thaddeus were exchanging quiet notes
