Black crows glided in the sky above the vast sea of trees, occasionally flapping its wings.
Garen tightly grabbed onto the protruding feathers that looked like black iron. His entire body rested within the recessed region, his entire body felt warm.
The black crows dissipated warm heat, filling the recessed area with its warmth.
Without knowledge of how much time had passed, they finally flew past the vast expanse of forest beneath, and it faded behind them behind them.
At the end of the stretch of woods was a huge circular basin. The depressed region looked like a hollow basin made of red-colored stone, and at its center was a deep black canyon.
Six black crows flew out from the edge of the forest, across the edge of the basin, and dove straight into the canyon.