The air was cooler in the eastern forest, and with each step, the thick canopy above filtered the sunlight into faint, soft beams, casting long shadows across the forest floor.
Leaves crunched beneath my boots, the sound muted by the dense, heavy quiet that settled over the area. It was a kind of stillness that sent a shiver down my spine, an unnatural calm that hinted at something more lurking just beyond the trees.
My mission was simple: reconnaissance. No battles, no heroics, just observe and report back any signs of unusual activity.
As I ventured deeper into the forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
My senses were heightened, my hand never far from the hilt of my sword. Sylia's words echoed in my mind this should be an easy one but I knew better than to relax. The forest had a way of deceiving those who let their guard down.