8 We can still cultivate (2/2)

There was a heavy stillness among the trio for a while before Arwen sighed and said

”If that's what you want, at least take Uncle Dior with you. He knows the way around outer lands better than anyone, he can shorten your journey and it's more helpful to have someone familiar with the land”

Hearing Arwen's suggestion, Don thought about it for a while 'hmm Arwen is right it's not smart to travel alone in an unknown domain and I could learn more about this place from him, and also it will put the elves at ease'

”Alright I'll take him with me, we should depart after everyone had their breakfast”

”Wait here, I'll go wake uncle Dior and bring him”

And they both started to walk towards their camp. Knight stood in the middle still watching the Druids territory and slowly turned away and walked behind Don.

After taking a few steps, Don came to his campsite. The camp that he made looked like a small hut but completely made with mud as it had a rectangular shape with some holes here and there to allow light and wind to come. Don went inside and sat on the ground in a meditation posture.

His eyes were closed, his spine was straightened up and stacked his hands in the lap with palms facing up as right hand on top of his left hand with thumbs gently touching. He was slowly inhaling and exhaling as he proceeded to do so there was a small layer of light started to shimmer around his figure. That light was the battle Energy circulating through his body.

Don recalled the things that occurred since he returned to the mortal realm aka this world. While he was in deep meditation, Knight entered his hut and sat on the ground like a lazy king and started to clean himself by licking his paws and legs just when he noticed a familiar light emitting from Don.

And when Knight saw the light, his eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued to stare at Don and he couldn't wait for Don to open his eyes.

After a while, Don gently opened his eyes and glanced at Knight, the light he was emitting had slowly begun to fade away.

”Can you still cultivate battle energy since we are in a different world?” Knight inquired and his voice had an urgency for Don's answer.

”Yes, it's not as much as we used to but this world has battle energy. Even though it cannot be compared to the magical energy around us” a slight relieved feeling surfaced on his face and his mouth was slightly, just slightly formed a curve that looked like a smile.

”Ha Ha Ha, so our cultivation won't be hindered here, that's what I like to hear” Knight let out a laugh as his golden furred wings were opened and fluttered lightly and happiness, the excitement was written all over his face.

Don very rarely showed his emotions but even he gently smiled when he confirmed that they could cultivate battle energy in this world.

While they were in a happy mood, Arwen brought uncle Dior to Don's hut and stood outside as Don sensed Arwen and stood up and went outside.

Stepping outside of his tent, Don saw Arwen and Amaryll as well as another man. Don guessed he was the uncle Dior Arwen told him about. Uncle Dior wore a light golden robe and also had silver hair like Arwen but Don could see that it's not as pure silver as Arwen. There was a hint of blackness in his hair, similar to other elves; he had green eyes but unlike the elves, his ears were not as pointy as Arwen or Amaryll, his skin tone was paler and there was a resemblance to humans in his face.

Don knew that uncle Dior must be a Half-elf and like the name implies, they were offspring of a human father and an elf mother or vice versa.

Half-elves looked like elves to humans and like humans to elves, hence their elven description as ”half-human”.

”Don, this is uncle Dior he can accompany you in your travel” uncle Dior nodded in consent while Don did the same.

”We should depart in the afternoon that way we can reach Slave city in the earliest”

Uncle Dior declared firmly, his voice was more mature than Arwen and there was a roughness to his voice and Don could sense there was also a hint of anger or disappointment within his tone. Don didn't know why but he knew that Uncle Dior had something to say.