The mist was thick... so thick that even breathing it in felt like inhaling secrets meant to be forgotten.
Grace and Rune were standing at the edge of the Misty Woods, cloaked beneath a veil of concealment magic so heavy it hummed against their skin.
A thin layer of frost was covering the ancient trees despite it being a warmer season in the realm, making it feel as if the forest itself had frozen in time. And somewhere inside this treacherous maze, Rune's Elite Team had been held captive for over a decade.
Hidden behind enchantments, cursed trees, illusions, and protective seals older than some realms themselves, this part of the Magik Realm was known by only a few. And even fewer survived venturing into it.
Rune's expression was grave as they approached the outer perimeter of the forest. The cloak over his head was barely concealing the lines of tension etched into his face.
