As they emerged from the fog, they galloped across the wide plain covered in tall, emerald grass that swayed in the wind. Hadjar smiled to himself. If they looked hard enough, they might find a tree, a stone, and even some nests. After all, it seemed like the entire land he now saw before him had been created by his own mind, just like how the Elder of the Lost Village had said most of the Seventh Heaven had been created. Ironically, the gods were now bound and many had already been defeated by a power that was very familiar to them. The Nameless World loved its irony...
They rode for several hours until they finally saw something ahead that looked out of place.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place, Hadjar?” Helmer asked, patting his nervous horse’s neck.
Instead of answering him, the
