Strange Quiet

The night settled over the misty mountain, blanketing everything in a suffocating darkness that seemed almost tangible. Inside the cramped, hidden cave, the Horde sat in tense silence, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of a small, makeshift fire. Shadows danced on the walls, twisting into shapes that mimicked the monstrous forms they had encountered earlier in the mist.

The quiet was unsettling. The sound of their own breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire felt deafening in the stillness. It was as if the very world outside had been swallowed whole, leaving them alone in a void. Then, a sound broke through the silence—a low, guttural growl that seemed to echo from the mist itself.

The Horde froze, their eyes darting to the cave entrance. One goblin clutched his knees, rocking slightly as if trying to comfort himself. "It's just the wind," he whispered, his voice trembling.