Xylon paid no heed to Willy, who lay trembling on the ground. He was astutely aware that the man's fear was genuine, a torment born of the terror that gripped him at the thought of crossing this ominous path.
As Xylon advanced, it became increasingly evident that the very air around him was changing. It thickened and became dense, surpassing the intensity of the storm outside.
The storm, which had raged with relentless fury, now seemed like a mere prelude to the formidable force that permeated the heart of the forest.
The air within held a tangible weight, a palpable energy that seemed to magnify the very essence of the unknown.
Undeterred, Xylon pressed on, refusing to retreat. Against the fierce current of the storm, driven by the hope of discovering something valuable within.
As he continued his struggle against the formidable forces, an hour into his journey, a peculiar sensation enveloped him.
