The forest stretched endlessly before them, an unbroken sea of gnarled trees and twisted branches clawing at the sky. The sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, leaving the world below painted in hues of shadow and faint green light. Each step felt like a trespass into a realm untouched by time—ancient and brooding.
Ezra led the group with silent determination, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword. Caroline walked beside him, her usually sharp tongue stilled by the oppressive weight of the forest’s silence. Behind them, Liam and Senua moved in tense proximity, their earlier arguments simmering just beneath the surface. Rhea and Khael brought up the rear, their steady gazes flickering over the dense underbrush and shadowed corners.
Hours passed with little sou
