The Echoing Forest

The cabin's door slammed shut with a resounding thud, the sound reverberating in the still air. Alaric felt the vibrations through his entire body, as though the Hollow itself had come alive to greet them. The darkness that had enveloped them inside the cabin gave way to an unexpected sight—a dense forest, its towering trees stretching endlessly in every direction. The forest floor was covered in a thick layer of leaves and moss, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage.

Alaric's instincts flared, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. There was something about this place—something ancient and powerful, lurking just beneath the surface. He could feel it in the air, a subtle yet undeniable presence that set his nerves on edge.