The road made one last curve between the trees, and the forest of Mythlorien simply ended.
Lohan had already passed that spot dozens of times since the guild settled in the region, and he had always known what he would find on the other side, a wide, gentle plain, cut by the pale stone road that climbed to the eastern walls of Thalendor, with one or another group of merchants or even Players crossing the open field toward the gates.
It was a peaceful landscape, almost boring, the kind of place he crossed thinking about other things, since in Elysium there wasn't even a cell phone to distract himself from the boredom.
But that afternoon, the plain had disappeared.
