Eleanor, Damon, and their team pushed deeper into the forest with urgency, propelling them forward. Shadows danced and swirled in the moonlight, contributing to the strange quietness that surrounded the group. Upon arriving at the clearing, Eleanor's eyes grew wide with astonishment.
Standing in front of them were older Guardians, large legendary direwolves, with their eyes shining with a mysterious light. In the center stood a mysterious, menacing figure, shrouded in darkness and strength.
"What's that?" Damon spoke quietly, his voice filled with unease.
Eleanor's awareness increased, and her gut feelings were warning of a threat. I'm unsure, but it's definitely not organic. It's an ancient and powerful force.
The shadowy figure shifted, causing a shiver to run through the atmosphere. "It warned that you have crossed onto hallowed territory," its voice resonating as a deep rumble within the woods. "The equilibrium needs to be reinstated."