The forest was filled with whispers, just as it had been days ago before they all fell into the Beldam's house. There was a faint fog drifting through the forest, and towering trees loomed like sentinels. The flora was as deadly as they remembered.
Worst of all, this forest still hid monsters and horrors alike.
However, this time, the odds were different. They were no longer a group of tired teenagers—they were now a heavily armed and well-equipped party wearing high-level magical gear.
With enough supplies and well-rested bodies—more than that—they had a sure direction, a map, and a clear path ahead.
The tree that had once been the Beldam's house was slowly being consumed by the whispers. As the last of the Beldam's power faded, the tree changed, regaining that eerie sensation—like a living creature watching them.
