Anger
As they journeyed on, the group came across a dense forest that seemed to stretch on forever. The trees towered above them, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground.
"I don't like this," Tiana said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something feels off."
Advaith nodded in agreement. "Let's be cautious," he said. "We don't know what's lurking in these woods. We are looking for Anger now i dont think it's going to be easy."
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the group began to hear strange noises. Twigs snapped, leaves rustled, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the trees.
"What was that?" Lucas asked, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"I don't know," Advaith replied, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "But I think we're being watched."
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the underbrush. It was a man with a fierce expression, his eyes blazing with anger.
