As we continued on our journey through the Darkwood Forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. It felt like there was a sinister presence lurking just beyond the edge of my senses, watching and waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
My companions sensed it too – Seraphina's usual laughter had quieted, replaced by a tense silence, and even Gorthar seemed unusually on edge. Regardless, we pressed onward, determined not to let fear hold us back from our mission.
The Narrator tried to lighten the mood with their usual comedic flair, but their attempts at humor fell flat in the face of the growing unease that gripped us all. "Oh, come now! Surely this isn't the time for long faces and furrowed brows," they chided, though even their voice held a note of uncertainty. "Chin up, everyone!"
