After hours of walking, Darius and Adam decided to rest near a small river that wound its way through the dense trees. The water reflected the dim moonlight, and the cold breeze carried the scent of damp earth.
Darius sat by the small fire Adam had lit, watching the flames dance. Despite his exhaustion, he couldn't relax. Something about this forest made him uneasy—an eerie feeling that he was not alone.
Adam, chewing on a piece of stale bread, noticed his tension and said,
"You're more alert than usual. What's wrong?"
Darius didn't answer immediately. He simply stared into the surrounding darkness before muttering,
"This forest... it feels alive. Like something is watching us."
Adam chuckled lightly but didn't mock him. "That's just your instincts talking. A good thing… but they can kill you if you listen too much."
Darius didn't respond, but he stayed awake while Adam quickly drifted off to sleep. He tried to convince himself that everything was fine, but deep down, he wasn't sure.
An hour passed. Everything was silent… unnaturally silent. No insects, no rustling leaves—just absolute stillness.
Then, Darius heard a faint rustling between the trees. It wasn't the wind. His grip tightened around his sword's handle as he scanned the darkness. And then, for a brief moment, he saw them—dim, red eyes glimmering between the trees—before they vanished.
Darius stood abruptly, drawing his sword, which woke Adam. He looked at him in confusion.
"What's going on?"
Darius kept his eyes locked on the spot where he had seen the eyes and whispered,
"We're not alone."
At that moment, a low, whispering voice echoed from deep within the forest:
"You… are not ready yet…"
Darius froze. He wasn't sure if he had heard it in his mind or in reality. But one thing was certain… The darkness was watching. And it was waiting.