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The dawn was cold and heavy with mist as Anneliese, Wren, Hugo, and Acacia set off toward the northern mountains. The forest seemed darker than usual, its towering trees casting long shadows that danced in the faint light.
Wren walked beside Hugo, her pendant glowing faintly as if guiding them. The air buzzed with magic, a subtle reminder of the dangers ahead.
“This map better be accurate,” Hugo muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
“It will be,” Anneliese replied, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders. “But we should expect traps. This temple was designed to keep intruders out; and secrets in.”
Acacia trailed behind, her gaze darting nervously between the trees. “Does it feel like we’re being watched?” she asked softly.
Hugo exchanged a glance with
