As Kent and Elder Jill passed through the golden archway, the terrain sloped upward along a winding path carved through the mountain stone. After a few dozen steps, the narrow road opened suddenly onto a wide observation cliff, high above the valley below.
The sight that unfolded before them made even Kent—a boy who had seen divine spells, ancient spirits, and the wrath of gods—go silent.
The Divine Herb Forest stretched out like a vast emerald sea, swaying and shimmering under the soft morning light. Massive ancient trees, their leaves glowing with faint elemental auras, stood tall over endless groves of spirit grass, herb fields, and flower meadows. Vines that pulsed like veins wrapped around glowing trees, and patches of land breathed mist into the air as if the entire forest were alive and exhaling.
Above this mystical realm, the Seven Elemental Mountains stood like divine sentinels around the valley, their peaks piercing the clouds.
