Chapitre 85: Chapter 85 - The Bow of Artemis

Broken and Freya rode Polly, the white fox, across the arid expanse of the savanna, her pristine fur catching the breeze as she deftly maneuvered between small, thorny shrubs. The sun blazed overhead, casting a harsh golden light that highlighted the sheen on Polly's coat.

As they transitioned into the forest, the environment changed dramatically. The towering trees formed a canopy, their thick foliage creating a twilight atmosphere below. The air here was rich and earthy, a sharp contrast to the parched savanna. Each breath was filled with the scent of moss and damp wood, mingling with the occasional hint of wildflowers hidden beneath the underbrush. The change in scenery was sudden, almost as if they had entered another world altogether.

"We can slow down here," Broken shouted over the rustle of leaves and the thump of Polly's steady pace.