Meanwhile, silence penetrates every corner of Jean's bedroom. The tranquillity is abruptly shattered when Jean, Kevin, and Gabriel enter the room, filling the space with their presence. Jean, Kevin, and Gabriel stand in the centre of the bedroom, contemplating what they should say, waiting for one of them to speak first.

"So...?" Gabriel prompted, inclining his head towards Jean.

"About the witch's lair," Jean began. "I suppose it's time to use my visions and track her down."

     With the moonlight casting its soft, gentle glow upon the room through the window, Jean, Kevin, and Gabriel sit on the floor, with Kevin and Gabriel facing Jean, eagerly observing his actions. Jean's eyes roam, scanning the faces of his friends before him. Nodding, he takes a moment to rest his eyes and breathes in through his mouth.

     As Jean closes his eyelids and channels his energy, a vivid image of the future flashes and emerges within him. It feels like he stands before the very day he goes out. Focusing on the pictures shining before his closed eyes, Jean studies the intricate outline of his vision.

While channelling his energy, Jean revealed, "Alright... the witch's lair... it's... it's on the outskirts of Asbranne, amidst Sierra Umbria."

"How will you go there?" Kevin asked, eagerly listening to Jean.

With his vision, Jean described his route. "Here's the plan." Jean paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Before dawn, I will sneak out of the mansion. From here, I must go directly to the East. Then, I'll buy potions and weapons, like a dagger and a retractable sword, from villages I'll encounter," he stated. "Afterwards, I'll head further to the eastern portion of Asbranne until I reach the outskirts. In the distance, I shall find the Gloomy Forest and, soon... Sierra Umbria. And there lies the witch's lair..."

     Before dawn, Jean sets forth from the mansion, sneaking stealthily and steadily through his bedroom window, guided by the steep linings of the roof. Holding onto a pipe, he slides down and hops onto the front lawn of the grand estate. He then passes through the tall iron gate and marches forward, ready to face the journey. With a final look at his home, Jean turns on his heels and strides onward.

     Before leaving the mansion, Jean strips off his coat, leaving only his white undershirt and taupe waistcoat—an attire suitable for embarking on a mission. Like a trusted friend, Jean brings a bag, donning it on his back. Ensuring proper storage for his quest, Jean carries a sling bag where he can store his potions. For he has to make haste, Jean's hair becomes dishevelled, his bangs slightly drooping down his forehead.

     As Jean marches along the street, the darkness surrounds him, with the stars twinkling above. No sunlight pierces the horizon but the fading moonlight. The black atmosphere gradually blends with the hue of a blueberry, brightening with each passing moment. Like an eerie howl, the wind sings across the lavish neighbourhood, escorting Jean like a loyal companion.

     Soon, the birds stir and begin to chirp from their nests, nestling atop tree branches. Then, as a grumbling lone carriage drives past Jean, the sparrows resting in their peaceful homes take flight and soar into the heavens. The dark atmosphere slowly brightens with a hint of blue, reminiscent of a deep river, evoking a sense of tranquillity amidst a trek. Gradually blending with the humming breeze, Jean's footsteps echo as he marches down the pavement.

     The sun rises from the horizon, peeking from the distinct line between the land and the sky. The soft, muted golden sunlight spreads throughout the atmosphere, casting light upon the ground. Like the crashing blue waves on the beach, the sky brightens with an azure hue.

     As time marches relentlessly, Jean finds his position in a quaint village, away from his majestic neighbourhood that bustles with towering households. Jean walks down the sidewalk, his eyes darting towards wooden stalls manned with early workers. Then, he comes to an expected halt as his gaze lands upon a stall brimming with bubbling potions and colourful elixirs. Stepping near the booth, he inspects the wares displayed before him as the potion maker acknowledges him with a humble smile.

     Later, Jean continues, treading down a muddy road flanked by an aisle of stalls. As his eyes fall upon glistening items, he approaches the stall and examines them. One final glance—and Jean seizes a keen-edged dagger and a magnificent sword. Snatching bronze coins from his pocket, Jean reaches out and pays the merchant with a courageous gaze.

     Soon, the sun reaches its highest point in the sky and begins its gentle descent, signalling the incoming afternoon. Jean treks down the street, and as he comes to a long-awaited stop before a concrete railing, he peers at the horizon. In the distance, Jean sees a continuous range of towering mountains, whose snowcapped peaks hide behind the clouds. On the base of the mountain range, an ocean of trees spreads and unfolds, blending with the thick mist.

     Jean pauses briefly and takes a moment to catch his breath as he beholds the sight of the majestic mountain ranges on the horizon. Far ahead, beyond the limits of a modest town, he can see a forest shrouded in darkness and mystery, which he assumes to be the Gloomy Forest. Further in the distance, the mountains stretch, presumably Sierra Umbria. As Jean stands beside the concrete fence that divides a city from a smaller town, he braces for the incoming struggles, poised to move onward.

"For you, Dad..."