Aksai's path led him across the grasslands, now stretching before him in a sea of pale green under the soft, ethereal light of the sky.
It wasn't quite like day or night—just a subdued, ambient glow that cast everything in sharp, unusual detail.
As he moved further from the village, the grass gradually grew taller, swaying in gentle waves as the wind swept across. It created a strange, rhythmic sound, an almost soothing whisper that filled the quiet.
He had to say that the nature energy was so much more potent and refined here in the holy land than that of the outside.
Aksai kept his guard up, though; he'd been in too many situations where calm was the prelude to something dangerous.
The journey was uneventful, though, and the silence around him remained unbroken until he arrived at the edge of a dense forest. It was different from the one he'd exited earlier, with trees even taller and more ominous.