Clock Work Problems
"They're nowhere to be found," Akun mumbled as he hovered over the ruined Dryad tribe. His dark silver armor seemed to shine under the silvery moonlight, and his glowing purple eyes were directed at the ruins. The Dryad tribe had basically become a ghost town, with lifeless bodies littered everywhere, their blood painting some parts crimson. An eerie silence hung over the air, giving the once-thriving tribe a dark and ominous feeling.
Gesturing inquisitively as he hovered slowly, his legs touching the ground with a soft thud, he mused inwardly, "I was sure there were other Dryads in the castle. I couldn't find the princess, the king, or the queen."
He pondered further, his steps echoing as he approached the tree castle. "Maybe they escaped? An escape route, maybe?"
Akun gazed at the tree castle structure as he contemplated, "This would be my second time entering the castle. This time, with the help of my Dragon Eyes, I'll search for any secret passageways."