We were thrust into a world of ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching toward a sky obscured by a thick canopy of leaves. The wind howled through the forest, a mournful dirge that sent shivers down our spines. The air was crisp and biting, a stark contrast to the opulent warmth of the room we had just left.
Aiden and Calix stood beside me, their faces etched with confusion and a touch of fear. The towering trees, draped in moss and lichen, seemed to watch us with ancient eyes. A sense of unease settled over us as we ventured deeper into the woods, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath our feet the only sound breaking the eerie silence.
As we pressed on, the forest grew denser, the light fading to a dim, twilight hue. Strange, otherworldly sounds echoed through the trees, the rustling of unseen creatures and the distant, mournful howl of a lone wolf. I clung to Aiden as fear coursed through my veins.