They continued their breakneck journey, the Hell Horses seemingly tireless as they carved a path through the dense forest.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the forest floor as Alex and Linda finally broke free of the dense foliage. The landscape before them opened up, revealing a breathtaking vista. Lush, rolling hills dotted with vibrant wildflowers stretched out as far as the eye could see, all bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Nestled amidst the hills, nestled in a valley cradled by snow-capped mountains, lay Elven Glen.
The city itself shimmered with an otherworldly beauty. Slender, elegant towers fashioned from white marble rose into the sky, their spires adorned with intricate carvings. Crystal-clear waterfalls cascaded down the mountainsides, feeding a network of canals that flowed through the heart of the city. The air thrummed with an unseen energy, a blend of natural magic and Elven artistry that captivated Linda's senses.
