I woke before dawn, though it was hard to tell in the eternal twilight of the forest. My muscles ached from sleeping on stone, but that was a small price to pay for safety. Noir was already alert at the cave entrance, its form like a piece of night-given life. The bird's ethereal feathers rustled silently as it kept watch, our clever wards having remained undisturbed through the night.
"Ready for another exciting day in the sanctum?" I muttered, working out the stiffness in my joints. Noir turned its head to look at me, letting out a soft caw that somehow managed to convey both sarcasm and resignation. We'd developed quite an understanding over our time together.
After a quick check of my essence levels – still steady after yesterday's absorption – I began methodically breaking down the wards I'd set. Each one dissolved under my touch, leaving no trace of our presence. Even in this hell of a forest, basic precautions could mean the difference between life and death.