Max nodded and didn't waste time. He moved forward, his feet brushing softly over the lush grass that swayed gently beneath the soft blue sky. The air here was fresh, tinged faintly with electric energy, and the silence carried a faint hum as if the whole place was alive—charged with ancient power.
He walked for several minutes through the undisturbed plains, until his eyes landed on a raised circular platform at the heart of a gentle hill. It was made of sleek gray stone, its surface etched with old lightning runes that glowed faintly under the daylight.
Wide steps led to the top, but Max's eyes were drawn to the figure sitting quietly on the lower steps.
There, a man sat alone.
