The Sacred Forest of Elyndra stretched out before them, each tree twisted with age and thickened by vines that seemed to pulse with their own hidden magic. Zia, Leon, and Elysia moved cautiously through the dense woods, every step slower and more deliberate as they ventured deeper. The air was rich with the scent of earth and something older, something ancient that made Zia feel as if they were intruders trespassing on sacred ground.
As they walked, Leon's voice drifted into her mind. "This forest... it feels different, as if it's watching us."
Zia nodded, the amulet around her neck pulsing faintly with his presence. "It's almost like it has a will of its own. Maybe there's more to Elyndra than we know."