As the sun reached its zenith, casting a harsh light upon the desolate landscape, Peter and Sora halted their horses, a sense of urgency in their eyes. They gathered their teams, their voices filled with a mix of caution and determination.
"We must remain vigilant," Peter said, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "The quietness of this place, the absence of life, is a warning. Be ready for anything."
Sora nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the horizon. "The shadows seem to grow darker here. Keep your spells at the ready, for we know not what darkness awaits."
Peter sighed while looking around; his voice became tight. "You know what, Sora? It is the first time that I cannot sense anything using my magic."
"Then I think there is definitely something horrible waiting for us," Sora said.
