Chapitre 639: The Crombo's Tracks

The vehicle ground to a halt, its engines sighing as Faelan switched them off. With a sense of purpose, Erik and the others disembarked, their feet crunching on the wild terrain. 

The wilderness stretched out before them like an unending canvas. Untouched and undisturbed by the constructs of civilization.

The landscape was a beautiful mix of dense, autumnal forests, imposing mountains, and wide-open plains. 

The trees, now adorned with leaves in hues of gold, orange, and red, stood as ancient sentinels, their rustling whispers telling tales as old as time itself. 

The mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks cutting through the September sky and topped with a frosting of early snow. As far as the eye could see, the plains were covered in a sea of golden grasses, their slender stalks bending and swaying in the gentle autumn wind.

But beneath the breathtaking beauty of the wilderness lay the ever-present sense of danger.