The Sun was hidden somewhere behind the thick grey clouds in the sky, casting an eerie gloominess over the ancient trees that stood like silent sentinels in the heart of Bloodhorn forest. A thick mist clung to the air, giving the surroundings an otherworldly feel. Demon King Oberon led Edwin and his friends through the dense underbrush, following a hidden path known only to those with supernatural senses.
Feronia and Alexander accompanied the party. Alexander's back was tensed, and he seemed to be always walking on the eggshells since yesterday's attack. Oberon asked Feronia to rest, but she insisted on coming with them.
To Ruth's surprise, Feronia's eyes didn't follow Edwin anymore but her while she walked ahead.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of creatures echoed around them, creating a symphony of mysterious whispers. Oberon's crimson eyes glowed with an ethereal light, guiding the way through the labyrinth of trees and shadows.
