This was the best outcome, yet Ilodyer struggled to embrace it optimistically.
"... Where am I?" With the sun having set, Ilodyer walked and pondered, inadvertently wandering into a forest.
Glancing at the sky, Ilodyer noticed that while the sun hadn't completely disappeared, the forest around him was already engulfed in darkness.
Swiftly, Ilodyer leaped onto a tree branch, capitalizing on the faint remaining light to realize he stood in the heart of the woods.
"Did I venture this far?" Ilodyer mumbled to himself, jumping down from the branch. Looking around, he found himself enveloped in the forest distinct shadows and an unsettling aura.
This place felt unlike The Elven King forest in every way.
However, this sensation was oddly familiar to Ilodyer; it carried a sense of long-lost nostalgia.