In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, the air was thick with tension, and a palpable sense of foreboding hung like a shroud over the ancient trees.
The towering oaks and gnarled roots seemed to whisper secrets of the past, as if warning those who dared to tread upon their sacred ground.
Eira, an innocent and pure-hearted leader with hair as white as freshly fallen snow, stood at the forefront of her group.
"Goddess, what happened? Have we been discovered?" Madam Amelia asked in panic.
"Yes…" Eira responded with a grave voice.
Huh!
All the people around her sucked in a cold breath, fear and panic written all over their faces.
They tried to escape from the invisible danger, but alas… Their fate can't be changed.
Is this where they are going to meet their end? The strange thought appeared in their hearts, and everyone turned to look at their goddess.
Looking at the deep fear on their usually innocent, smiling goddess, they knew their fate was set in stone.
