Chapter 95 - A Fragile Perimeter

The forest was silent, heavy with a stillness that pressed against their senses, amplifying every faint sound. The crackle of the fire seemed louder, its flickering light casting long, jagged shadows that danced uneasily across the trees. The air was heavy with tension, alive and coiling tighter with each passing moment.

Taryn sat closest to the fire, her blade resting across her lap. She adjusted the strap of her bracer with sharp, deliberate movements, her posture tense. Exhaustion weighed on her, but she refused to give it space, burying the ache beneath the rigid set of her shoulders. She didn't speak, her focus turned outward, ears straining for anything beyond the firelight.

Kah'el remained by the perimeter, his blade balanced across his knees, his focus on the dark tree line. Lucien leaned casually against a log, the easy smirk on his face tempered by something sharper—an alertness that belied his relaxed demeanor.