The wind whistled softly through the glowing leaves as Aamir walked across the moss-covered roots of an enormous tree. His feet barely made a sound on the forest floor. Birds with crystal wings fluttered from branch to branch overhead, and somewhere in the distance, a beast let out a low, rumbling growl before fading into silence again.
This had become his routine.
Every morning — or whatever "morning" meant in this sunless, glowing realm — Aamir would set out from the small home base he'd built with Hornhead and patrol the surrounding forest. The area was slowly becoming more familiar, even though the terrain still shifted slightly now and then. There were trails marked with stacked stones, bushes cleared away for better vision, and even a few ponds they'd cleaned to drink from.
Beasts were starting to gather here — not as enemies, but as members of a strange, growing kingdom.
