A torror

It was getting late, and Dahlia and her group ventured deep into the forest. Although they had not yet left the vast domain of the cursed serpent, they were already far from home.

Treading vigorously through the snow, Dahlia and her comrades pushed further into the dark forest. The trees, stripped of leaves in this winter period, let through cold drafts that made them shiver to their bones. They did their best not to falter under the mental pressure they were enduring, while a cold sensation of a ghostly presence seemed to jump from tree to tree, following them like a wandering soul haunting passersby.

But this brief moment of hallucinations could not distract them, for before them, and for several minutes already, they were confronted with something greater...