As they followed the figures deeper into the rocky terrain, Wolf couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. Every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat, every sound echoed with hidden danger. But he pressed on, determined to uncover more about the mysterious figures and their activities.
He had to find out more, this was the best opportunity they had when it came to locating the enemy and finding out who they were, he couldn't stop now.
After what felt like an eternity of silent pursuit, the figures finally came to a stop in a small clearing. They gathered around a large, ancient-looking tree, its gnarled branches reaching up to the sky like twisted fingers. The tree looked like it was dead, there were no leaves that grew on it, the branches were dry and most would feel an eerie atmosphere when around it.
