To the surprise of both Emilio and Everett, the landscape of the mystical forest shifted as they reached a new sector: the green-leaves trees were now holding bright-red leaves like a fiery autumn, creating an atmosphere of a scarlet hue.
"Woah…" Everett remarked.
"This place just gets weirder and weirder…" Emilio mumbled.
There was a sweet smell that filled the air, crossing between a natural nectar and a strong aroma resembling syrup.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Everett asked, momentarily taking his helmet off to scratch his shaggy hair.
"Pretty sure," Emilio responded.
It wasn't just the overwhelming existence of the red leaves that clung to each tree, acting as a ceiling above them and the matching grass, but the perplexing geological structure of the land; it continuously caved in to provide steep, shallow ravines and provided steep hills.
All in all, the crimson biome was simply a strange place. Nonetheless, the two moved into it in search of Melisande.