After leading the travelers out of the Forest of Shadows, Yana continued her journey through the woods. She knew that there was more to her destiny than simply helping those in need. She had a greater purpose, a calling that she could feel deep within her soul.
As she walked, she heard the distant sound of laughter. It was a strange, eerie sound that made her skin crawl. She followed the sound, her curiosity getting the better of her.
As she approached, she saw a figure sitting on a log, his back to her. He was dressed in black, with a hooded cloak that obscured his face.
"Who are you?" Yana asked, her hand resting on her staff.
The figure turned around, and Yana felt a shiver run down her spine. It was Death, the Grim Reaper himself.
"Ah, Yana," Death said, his voice echoing through the woods. "I've been waiting for you."
Yana felt a surge of fear, but she refused to let it show. "What do you want with me?" she asked.
