The Ravine
It was high above the two that rode quietly on the stallion; the enigmatic overseer of balance watched as she walked on the sky itself as if the invisible air bore platforms beneath her heeled boots.
Crescentia quietly hummed to herself as she spectated the slumbering Emilio from the sky, "He grows with each encounter. If this continues, he may become a force of destruction soon enough. If that's the case, I will eliminate him without hesitation."
There was no falsehood embedded in those golden eyes that belonged to Crescentia; the woman of a youthful appearance spoke only the truth in those words.
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As he woke up with a yawn leaving his lips, he blinked a few times to find the light of day long gone, and the veil of the night replacing it.
More surprising to him was the absence of overbearing trees and foliage enclosing around him as he heard the monotonous trots of the stallion's march; the forest he found himself growing sick of was no longer around him.