Iris' group had reached a forest of blood, known to kill many darklings and humans alike, but they were determined to make it through it and continue their journey. However, the forest of blood was given the name for a reason.
The dense foliage was tainted with a crimson hue as if the very essence of life had been drained from its surroundings. Only sporadic whispers that seemed to echo through the trees broke the eerie silence, giving unsuspecting bystanders shivers.
Ryn clung to Iris' arm and looked nervously over her shoulder. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The moon above them lit up the path ahead, casting long shadows that danced and flickered in the night. As they continued walking, the twig snapping grew louder and louder.
