Juna and her companions continued on their journey, their senses heightened and their weapons at the ready. They encountered more of the shadowy figures along the way, each battle leaving them more exhausted than the last.
As they made their way through the forest, they stumbled upon a small village, the buildings made of wood and thatched roofs. The villagers looked up as Juna and her companions approached, their faces etched with fear.
"What's going on here?" Juna asked the villagers, her voice steady despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on her.
"It's the dark magic," one of the villagers said, her voice trembling. "It's been growing stronger, and the shadows have been appearing more and more frequently."
Juna nodded, her brow furrowed in concern. "We'll do everything we can to help," she said.
And so Juna and her companions stayed in the village, helping the villagers fortify their homes and teaching them basic combat techniques. They spent restless nights on watch, ready to fend off any attacks from the shadowy figures.
As the days passed, Juna's dreams grew more vivid, and she began to see glimpses of a dark figure looming in the shadows. She knew that they were getting closer to the source of the dark magic, and she was determined to put a stop to it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the edge of a dark, foreboding forest. The mist was thicker here, and Juna could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.
"Be on your guard," she warned her companions. "We don't know what we're going to find in there."
But they pressed on, determined to vanquish the dark magic that threatened to consume Edondel.