The hell Training 4

The mountain forest sprawled out before them like an ancient kingdom untouched by time. Towering trees, their trunks thick with moss, stood like silent sentinels guarding the secrets hidden within. The air was thick with the earthy aroma of pine, and the ground beneath their feet was blanketed in a lush carpet of fallen leaves.

As the teams ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, the atmosphere shifted. Shafts of dappled sunlight streamed through the dense canopy, creating an enchanting play of light and shadow. It was a place of serene beauty, where the stillness was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures.

Unbeknownst to them, their path led them toward the edge of a colossal river, its waters cascading over rocks with a symphony of echoing splashes. The river, wide and powerful, carved through the landscape with an untamed force, reflecting the azure hues of the sky above.