The dense forest was alive with movement, shadows dancing among ancient trees that stretched endlessly toward the heavens.
A cacophony of growls, screeches, and rustling leaves echoed in the cool night air. The Death Forest had earned its name long ago, and tonight, it was proving its reputation.
Jack and Isaiah stood side by side, their postures sharp and battle-ready.
The moonlight seeped through the canopy, casting streaks of silver onto the forest floor. The ground beneath their feet pulsed with latent energy, teeming with danger.
"Keep up, angel," Jack taunted, his lips curving into a manic grin as his fiery aura flared to life.
The flames licked the air around him, only to be counterbalanced by an inky void of darkness that emanated from his other hand. The duality of his fire and darkness was as chaotic as his personality.
