The dense forest loomed ahead, shrouded in mist and shadows as Ravia guided her small escort through the winding pathways. The trees were ancient, their twisted roots snaking across the damp earth, creating natural obstacles at every turn. The air was thick with tension, the faint rustling of leaves and occasional bird calls doing little to ease the unease that had settled over the group.
Ravia moved like a shadow, her steps deliberate and soundless. Her sharp eyes scanned the terrain, catching every flicker of movement, every shift in the foliage. She raised a hand, signaling for the group to halt. The soldiers accompanying her obeyed without question, their trust in her evident. Abraham had trained her well, and she carried his lessons in every fiber of her being.
