According to the map markers, they should have arrived at the Sunlit Wetlands by now. Compared to the recent scene at the Goblin Camp, this place was full of birdsong and fragrant flowers, lush with vegetation, which quite suited its name.
It looked like a good spot for camping, with a babbling brook and the constant chirping of birds.
Even Ethemon, who had been exceptionally irritable due to his fragmented memories, could not help taking a deep breath, though he felt puzzled by the thick magic in the air. Was this normal? Such a lovely scenery, not far from the Moonhaven occupied by goblins—would they really ignore such a great place?
Chapter 21