As Nia and Torak moved cautiously toward the source of the rustling, their heartbeat quickened in anticipation as the air thickened. With sunset at hand, the shadows danced around them, and the ancient trees loomed tall, their gnarled branches intertwining like the fates of those who had once roamed the woods thousand of years ago. With each step, Nia felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension, her instincts urging her to be ready for anything.Though, she knew Vesper would not launch an attack just yet, she still chose to be on high alert and on the lookout for anything suspicious. The rustling grew louder, and they exchanged wary glances, silently acknowledging the danger that could lurk just beyond the foliage. As they pushed through the underbrush, the world around them shifted from
