"We're here…" Vagnis muttered to himself, taking in the surrounding trees that towered above them, it was like nothing he's ever experienced, the elders would always tell him to stay away from this forest, the forest of no light. It was silent besides the sound of rustling footsteps coming from the hunters behind him, their hands gripping their staff tighter with anxiety and tension.
The leaves shift above them, blocking out potential rays from the sun as the smell of damp moss flows through the almost distilled air around them…
Vagnis squinted his eyes, his gaze dropping down to something wrapped up in leaves, held down by a singular rock.
"This place gives me the creeps—" Favio muttered, his hands scratching at his black hair in a nervous tick, eyes darting around even though he could hardly see.
"Keep it down, or they'll hear you…" Hamel hushed, his words barely a whisper as he walked up ahead, the other following right after.
