Cornered?

The journey stretched on as the moon endlessly blended into the night sky.

The crescent moon hung faintly in the sky, offering meager light that struggled to penetrate the thick canopy of the forest they now treaded through.

Towering trees stood like silent sentinels on either side of the narrow dirt path, their leaves rustling softly in the cool night breeze. Shadows danced across the group as they walked, their voices low but lively, exchanging jokes and banter to stave off the eerie quiet of the forest.

Arielle was animated, feeling the most alive, chatting with Axiom and Vel about random adventures they'd been on, while Ryn and Jallen walked a bit further back, both seemingly lost in their own thoughts.

Jallen, however, had his focus entirely fixed on the small red slime perched atop Damien's head.

Luton.

For all his knowledge as a beast tamer, Jallen couldn't make sense of what Luton truly was.