Damn You, Old Man Doome

After finishing the lunch, everyone gathered and headed in the direction of the big surprise instructor Doome had prepared for them.

The trek towards the center of the valley felt arduous after the restless night. Ardel, however, proved invaluable. He closed his eyes, focusing on the faint tremors of the earth and nature. Guided by his ability, they navigated a maze of rocky outcrops and patches of tall grass.

Finally, they emerged into a clearing bathed in warm sunlight.A gasp rippled through the group. Before them, nestled amidst a cluster of wildflowers, grazed a spectacle that defied description.

Creatures resembling fluffy sheep shimmered with iridescent light. Their wool, like spun moonlight, flowed gently in the breeze. Glowing faintly, they exuded an almost ethereal beauty.

"Woah!"

A collective sigh of awe escaped the students. Emeric, ever stoic, kept a watchful distance, but even he seemed mesmerized by the sight.