The dense forest loomed around them, shadows twisting and flickering as the trio moved deeper into its heart. The faint hum of mana filled the air, and the occasional rustle of leaves hinted at the presence of lurking beasts. Orian walked confidently at the center, his blade at the ready. Beside him, Azazel strode with a sharp focus, his muscles tensed for battle. And then there was Luna, clinging tightly to Orian's arm, her soft body pressing against him with every step.
Her pink hair shimmered faintly in the filtered light, and her pink eyes sparkled as she glanced up at her older brother. Her heart swelled with warmth just being near him.
"Where did those Ombra hide themselves?" Azazel grumbled, his voice low and filled with frustration. His sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, as if daring an enemy to appear.
"They could be anywhere," Orian replied, his tone calm but firm. "We just have to keep moving until we find them."