As the first light of dawn began to filter through the thick canopy of the forest, casting long, eerie shadows across the mouth of the hunters' cave, Wraithwood and the professors, Gideon and Alaric, huddled around a large, weathered map spread out on the ground. The air inside the cave was tense, filled with the nervous energy of people who knew they were about to embark on a perilous journey. The map, marked with various symbols and routes, was their lifeline—a fragile hope for escape from the relentless goblin threat.
Wraithwood, with his years of experience in the Tatawood Forest, was the natural leader. His sharp eyes scanned the map, his fingers tracing the potential routes. "We have to move quickly," he said, his voice low but firm. "The goblins will regroup soon, and this cave won't hold them off for long."