The Eserian Grove didn't hide any clues. All it did was cause unimaginable pain from all the fumes and the terrifying pictures etched in the deepest parts of my mind.
Leaving the grove, feeling worse than before and angrier than ever, I headed south. Neither Fern nor Clove would have headed to the border of the Zetrian Empire. They wouldn't have gone north either, knowing most of the Eserian's anomalous monstrosities appeared far up north of the grove.
I considered them fleeing west, but if Maer had been right and Fern was hit, she would not have escaped to the deeper parts of the Eserian. Hence, the south was the only direction that made sense. However, it was not the direction my instincts were guiding me.
