The space around Foster and Orëlas was calm, unearthly still, almost oppressive in its motionless perfection. They stood side by side, their silhouettes reflected with crystalline clarity on the shimmering surface of an infinite expanse of water. No sound, no movement, no breeze. Nothing but silence.
Foster looked around slowly, intrigued and disturbed by the strange scenery. They had been walking for a long time already, their footsteps producing no ripples on the water beneath their feet, as if they were moving on a solid, frozen surface.
- Foster," murmured Orëlas with a slight anxiety in his voice, "there's nothing here. Absolutely nothing. Is this normal?
Foster frowned slightly, perturbed:
- I don't know, Orëlas. The spirit of a dragon... it's something even I can't quite understand. Maybe there's something we haven't seen yet...
