The forest grew darker as the group pressed onward, the thick canopy above blocking most of the sunlight. Mallory led the way, her hand firmly gripping the orb, which seemed to pulse faintly with every step. Despite the tension in the air, the group was in good spirits after the chaos Greg had caused in the village.
"You know," Greg said, grinning as he adjusted his pack, "I think I've officially become the most wanted man in that village. Do you think they'll put my face on a wanted poster? 'Beware of the Feathered Menace.'"
Alex groaned. "You're lucky they didn't kick us out. Honestly, how do you manage to create such chaos everywhere we go?"
"It's a gift," Greg replied, winking.
Mallory shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Let's just focus on finding this next location. The sooner we get there, the better."