Having settled into his room—
Which had been surprisingly well-stocked with fresh clothing, basic necessities, and even a modest selection of elven-crafted toiletries—
Luka found himself with time to spare.
The others were resting.
The little dragon was curled up comfortably on his bed, and his personal maid had dutifully finished everything she needed to do.
And so…
Luka decided he wanted to explore—
Leaving the tree, and venturing out into the heart of the Elven Kingdom, curious to see it firsthand rather than through the limited, game-like perspective he once knew.
Lanterns hung from branches, casting soft glows that lit the walkways with a kind of ethereal shimmer.
His personal maid walked by his side, her eyes wide with both wonder and trepidation.
Serene lingered near the edge of one of the bridges, peering cautiously down into the misty abyss below.
"Young Master," she whispered, her voice laced with unease.
"We're really high up…"
