Chris and Quax had just left the massive mountain slope that they had been sliding downwards from.
The rising slope was now at a distance behind them, as the two marched forward across the ground, headed towards the other direction, away from the rocky slope.
The ground where they were walking on was covered by a thick layer of green creeper grass. The grass covered the entire ground all around, such that there were absolutely no bare spots on the ground.
Some thick bushes and other green thickets grew sparsely scattered across the stretching lands in front of Chris.
As he was walking forward, Chris kept sweeping his gaze all around the environment. He could see tall scattered trees appearing here and there, on the flat terrain all around them.
Chris also looked up forward, far ahead
