POV: Cassian
Into the Rogue Lands, The morning sun cast a pale glow over the barren stretch of the Rogue Lands. The air was thick with fear as Mira and I prepared to journey into the evil woods.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, fixing the straps of my pack. Mira nodded, her eyes set. "We have no choice. The prize is our only hope
We stepped into the forest, the trees rising overhead like silent sentinels. The road was messy, the underbrush grabbing at our legs as we pushed forward.
As we ventured deeper, the atmosphere grew thick. Whispers slithered through the trees, calling our names in voices that sent shivers down my spine.
"Cassian..."
I spun around, but there was no one there. Mira's face was pale, her eyes wide with fear.
"We need to keep moving," she
