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Meanwhile, in the garden...
'To leave behind a garden like this, if not for the name, I would think this person was of the trephasia race.'
As Izroth walked around the garden, he noticed that its layout was incredibly methodical. Plants that worked together and harmonized aided in each others growth. While those that countered each other were kept at just enough distance to not interfere with one another. Furthermore, the garden was divided into various climates that ranged from sunny and dry, wet and humid, to freezing cold.
In a way, this garden was a miniature world of its own.
'There doesn't seem to be any monsters or living creatures in the garden. If it has been over a thousand years, how has it been so perfectly maintained?'
