CHAPTER 50
The dense forest trees towered over Cayla, the emperor, and the warriors. They were like ants as the twisted trunks and gnarled roots formed a maze that seemed to shift and turn with every frantic step they took.
Shadows were stretched unnaturally across their path, accompanying them with each step as though the forest itself was alive, watching and taunting them.
“Keep moving!” The general gasped as he led the frantic group of warriors forward. Their faces were pale, eyes wide with terror, but they didn’t protest or resist. They marched forward with hurried steps. The rhythmic pounding of their hearts was audible to their ears. Whatever was chasing after them was behind them, drawing closer with each passing second.
They spent the night safely in a cave to avoid whateve
