As the Norse and the Lenard brothers ventured around the plateau, they were struck by its stunning beauty, especially the waterfall with the colorful flowers that seemed to be purposely planted there.
"Galeya," Percival blurted out. "If I did not know better, I would believe that she is indeed a goddess, and all those stories of how all these came to be are not just housewives' tales but the truth."
Gideon snorted. "After bathing in that hidden pool for an hour, I thought you had become a believer."
With arms across his chest, Percival shook his head.
"How about you, Sis?" Percival asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he followed his sister to the waterfall. The vibrant colors of nature danced around them, with each flower and leaf shimmering in the sunlight. "Do you believe there's a mystical force behind all that we see?" He gestured with his hands, his voice filled with speculation.
He was eager to hear Lara's thoughts.
