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As Cain and Arial embarked on their journey, disappearing into the dense forest that obscured the path ahead, Hazy, Sam, and Fiv stood on the outskirts of the clearing, watching their retreating figures. The air held a silent tension, a mixture of well-wishing and unspoken concerns for the challenges awaiting them.
Hazy, her arms crossed, observed the fading outlines of Cain and Arial, her expression a blend of determination and worry. "Safe journey, you two," she murmured, the words carrying a weight of sincerity.
Beside her, Sam and Fiv echoed similar sentiments, their eyes fixed on the vanishing figures. Fiv, ever the optimist, added, "They'll be fine. Cain's faced worse, and Arial seems capable."
However, even in their well-wishing, the trio couldn't shake the lingering concern that their friend was stepping into the unknown, where the astral plane could be as treacherous as it was unpredictable.
