They hauled me in the net as one of them brought forth a bamboo branch, which she toed through the net, allowing two of them to carry me like a wild boar hunted down in the jungle.
It wasn't what I'd call comfortable—heck, I couldn't even wiggle—but I kept my cool and watched as they carried me deeper into the dense forest.
The trees here weren't just tall—they were titans, ancient and broad. And from above, I caught glimpses of Elven women leaping gracefully from branch to branch like acrobatic monkeys. Perhaps, that's how they scout for their prey.
After about thirty minutes, we finally arrived in Elvarion Kingdom—though, to be honest, it looked more like a fortress than a kingdom.
