The portal pulsated with bluish energy, seemingly drawing me in to look through it.
Or, was that the forest of the ancients speaking from the other end?
"Well?" Sir Alan spoke up just then, using his hand to shield his eyes from the light of the portal. "What are we waiting for? That's the forest right there."
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
I glanced at Phoebe who stared at the vast forest in awe.
She glanced at me as well but didn't say anything. She didn't have to... Her eyes already told me enough.
She was ready to go.
"Is there anything we need to know before leaving, Freya?" Elder Gita turned to the witch and asked with dimmed eyes.
The latter nodded her head with a solemn expression. "The ancients are said to be very cryptic. Their disconnection from the rest of the world makes their views on 'morals' far different from ours."
Every one of us was silent, nodding our heads and listening to her.
