Hall

The light was a beautiful green, the sort that made one feel cozy and at home. It spread quickly, runic lines etching itself into the eroded rock until, with a burst, it bloomed into an ethereal tree.

It had bare branches of the same gentle illusory green, its branches spreading out to bloom sparkling golden leaves.

While the body of the tree was translucent, it carried a substance to it so heavy and ingratiating that Theron almost felt like he was levitating off of his feet toward it.

Just before he took an involuntary step forward, he managed to stop himself at the last moment, his eyes narrowing.

'What a strong pull…'

It wasn't necessarily trying to control him. The feeling that Theron was getting wasn't malicious at all. Instead, it more so felt like his body naturally understood that something ahead benefited him a great deal.