The Hidden Cave.
Silently, the forest loomed, its shadows twisting between the tall pines. Enrico walked gingerly, his boots scarcely clattering on the wet ground. He had followed his gut instincts, sensing that there was more out there than the typical hunting grounds.
Then he noticed it.
An uneven rock formation was covered with vines, almost hiding a ragged entryway. The smell of moist stone and something older permeated the air around it. He knitted his brows. He was drawn to this location for some reason.
He carefully removed the overgrowth with his hands. He gasped for air.
Ancient symbols, their edges eroded by time but yet remarkably visible, were etched into the stone. Isabella's mother had drawn the same markings in her journal.
Enrico took a deep breath. There was no coinc
