Amid the ancient and towering trees of the Third Hell realm, a male dark elf raced desperately through the labyrinthine woods. His rapid breaths formed faint, frosty clouds in the chilled air, a testament to his growing unease. The dense forest closed in around him, its twisted branches and thick undergrowth conspiring to make each step a struggle.
His wide, panicked eyes darted from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of salvation. The forest seemed to shift and change around him, the landscape offering no familiar landmarks. His footfalls cracked twigs and crunched fallen leaves, disrupting the eerie silence that clung to the woods.
In his fear, his voice trembled as he cried out for help, his words swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere. The very trees appeared to lean in closer, their ancient, gnarled branches forming an entangled maze that hemmed him in.
