Chapter 79 - Walking through the Jungle

The jungle closed around them like a green shroud, the canopy above filtering sunlight into golden streaks that danced across the mossy floor. The air was dense, thick with the earthy scent of damp leaves and ancient wood. Every footstep was softened by layers of fallen foliage, yet the jungle seemed to hum with life—birds chirping in sharp, repetitive patterns, branches creaking overhead, and insects buzzing relentlessly.