Time also didn't seem to pass here either. It stood still, like a never-ending cycle.
"The Spire of the First Flame."
It wasn't like the safe haven he heard from everyone—it was more dangerous than any of the places he'd been to.
"Are we in the right place?" Veyla turned to Riven, her face showing slight signs of confusion.
"I don't know, but that's what the map says," he glanced at the map again, making sure they hadn't gone down the wrong path.
"Alright, let's check this again. We went through the Ashbound guys, after which we battled the Reclaimer that scared everyone. Then we moved through the waterfalls, where we camped. Afterwards, we went through the seven hills, and the waterfall. We practically didn't get lost—I hope."
Veyla stared at him, her composure was calm. "Chill out, Riven. They probably didn't describe it properly. Everyone has their own perceptions of things, so they probably saw it based on theirs."
