So, the Quintets continued to walk through the beautiful, smoky nothingness. Eventually, the cornstalks turned into a thick, dense, dark-looking patch of woods.
“Do we really want to go through here?” Charlie asked, feeling hesitant.
Nothing good happened in the woods.
She was used to the White Forest back home, but it was because she had spent her entire life adventuring through it. She didn’t know anything about these woods. Especially since they were woods of a different realm. A dangerous, magical one.
“Maybe there’s another way around?” Trace asked, looking to his left and right to see.
“Any detours are only going to make it take longer for us to get to that castle,” Kaos said matter-of-factly. “And we don’t want that, right?”
Charlie swallowed.
“We’ll be fine,” Trace said. He
