Chapter Thirty-Five: Rockflower Part One

“We’re home, dear,” Mary said, to which Abraham smilingly nodded.

After two weeks, we finally reached the northeastern part of the continent, at the border between the flat wasteland and the forest where the bulge-shaped tree line stretched kilometers upon kilometers. In the middle, we gazed at the only landmark around. The Mayflower Guild’s Blue Zone was called Rockflower. With a small blue sky above, Rockflower was a ring wall of jagged rocks about the size of a stadium and had, what appeared to be, a large wrought iron door.

“Looks ominous,” Li said about its appearance.

“It’s to keep the monsters away, dearie,” Mary explained. “We’ve got all the comfort inside that would make city folks feel right at home.”

“Good, I could use a real bath,” Katie groaned.

“Me too.” Brock sniffed his collar. “I can’t believe this forest is so huge, and we still haven’t found a single river.”

“Didn’t you check our map yesterday?” Miranda asked.

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