When Isiah finally made his way back to the forest where he had left his companions earlier that morning, the moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.
The forest, once shrouded in the soft light of day, had transformed into an enigmatic realm where shadows danced and secrets whispered.
The passage of time had shifted their location, and Isiah could sense that they had moved deeper into the forest.
Eijar's energy acted as his guide in the darkness.
It led him through the labyrinthine underbrush, past towering trees that seemed to reach for the heavens, and over babbling brooks whose murmurs were the lullaby of the night.
With each step, Isiah drew nearer to his group; he couldn't help but wonder what had transpired in his absence.
Hours later he reached them..
Standing amidst the shadows, Isiah observed the scene before him with a sense of quiet .
