The days dragged on, blending into each other in the eerie silence of the Death Forest. After the initial chaos of settling in, things had… stabilized. Too much, in fact.
I had expected every moment to be a fight for survival. After all, Thalindra had abandoned me here with the cryptic promise of returning in two weeks, and her track record didn't exactly scream "trustworthy." But as the days passed, the forest had grown almost... tame.
Yes, there had been a few moments of tension. The fox and I had fended off a couple of overzealous predators, but nothing like the nightmarish threats I'd imagined when I first entered this place.
I'd even managed to find a small stream nearby for water, which was clear and sweet-tasting, a far cry from the poisoned rivers of Thalindra's realm.
This was supposed to be Death Forest. Where was the death?