An hour later, Shin finally made it into a place where very few humans would be allowed, and very few would be lucky to stumble upon it. The outskirts of the fairy's grove, a large, lush part of the forest engulfed in emerald growth, laborious trees, and countless flying butterflies.
Standing there, he looked like a titan, making his entrance from the edge of their settlement. All the butterflies suddenly stopped and hovered in place, barely able to maintain that. Shin could see it; each of those butterflies carried a pixie in her limbs. While the pixies don't have wings and can't fly, they can use butterflies as backpacks that help them soar through the sky, just like how humans tame horses.
There were tens, if not hundreds, of them in the grove, and they all stared at him with terrified and petrified faces. How in the Mother Nature's name did a human make it all the way here? The answer was simple: the idiot pixie on his shoulder.
