"What was that?" Marcus asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rylee shook her head, her expression grim behind her helmet visor. "I don't know, but we need to move. Now."
Lord Fairfax led Adeline to a small, secluded courtyard within the palace grounds. The air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and the soft glow of bioluminescent plants cast an ethereal light over the scene.
Bryce nodded, then stretched and motioned to the guard with his manacled hands. The man seemed annoyed but didn’t object when Bryce stood and started walking into the forest. They disappeared into the foliage, and Gregory thought again of how arrogant these men were.
As the shuttle descended through the planet's atmosphere, the team huddled around the viewscreen, their expressions a mix of anticipation and dread. The swirling clouds parted, revealing a landscape that sent a collective shudder through the crew.
The following morning dawned bright and clear, the air filled with a sweet, unfamiliar fragrance that seemed to be unique to Elendale. Adeline woke early, her excitement overriding any lingering fatigue from their journey. She found Cordelia already awake, sitting by the window a...
The blast door hissed open, revealing the dimly lit corridor beyond. The team moved out in tight formation, every sense on high alert as they made their way towards the maintenance tunnels.
As the sun began to set on the seventh day of their journey, the caravan crested a final hill, and the elven city of Elendale came into view. Adeline and Cordelia gasped in unison, their recent ordeal momentarily forgotten in the face of such breathtaking beauty.
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