Return (1)

Rays of the morning sunlight shot through the gaps between the branches in the dark forest.

The branches were barely visible, and the Glowing Mushrooms by the root of the trees were not shining due to the dim sunlight. Trees, grasses, and leaves all sank into the darkness.

Angele was advancing slowly on his horse. He glanced around, but everything was dark. He could barely see the road under the morning sunlight.

It was silent in the forest. No birds, no insects, the only noises were made by the galloping horse.

"It’s probably the darkest time of the day in the forest," Angele mumbled, "There were Glowing Mushrooms bringing the light to the road during the night, much better than the early morning sunlight."

He rode on the black horse with a crossguard hanging beside his waist and his body was slightly shaking as the horse moved forward. The dim sunlight hit him from the side, and the light was coated with a strange blue glow.