// Third Person POV
The western forest felt older than the southern routes.
Less travelled, less alive, with large wildlife too.
The trees here grew taller and closer together, their branches tangling overhead tightly enough that entire sections of the forest floor sat in permanent twilight despite the sun still hanging high above the horizon.
No roads cut through this part of the wilderness.
No caravans passed through.
Even the magic beasts were fewer here, likely because anything with survival instincts avoided getting too close to the Outsider territory farther west.
Which, honestly, was fair.
Standing in the middle of a clearing surrounded by those towering trees, Peko calmly operated the Party Module floating before her.
Meanwhile, Nico stood directly behind her shoulder sipping a strawberry smoothie through a straw while watching the total credits climb higher and higher with increasingly visible concern.
