The Rescue Mission II

Azarath and Seraphina emerged from the shimmering portal into the realm of Alvaros as they stepped into a dense, thick forest that stretched out before them. Above, the sky hung heavy with dark, foreboding clouds, their thick, grey folds gathered and twisted, like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.

Azarath's gaze swept the surroundings, his crimson eyes narrowing in recognition.

"Welcome to Alvaros," he muttered, his voice firm with a mix of recognition and wariness. "And the forest of Grenderval."

The forest of Grenderval was a labyrinth of ancient oaks and vines, its canopy thick enough to blot out the light from the sky. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of moss, damp earth, and the distant calls of unseen creatures that echoed like faint whispers.

Azarath and Seraphina looked around, their senses alert.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Seraphina murmured, her green eyes scanning the dense undergrowth.