The forest grew darker and more foreboding as the Dhampirs ventured deeper, the air thick with a malevolent energy that seemed to pulse from the heart of the woods. Lauden led the group, his golden eyes glowing faintly beneath the hood of his cloak.
Beside him walked a figure even more imposing—a tall, lithe woman cloaked in shadows, her every step exuding a commanding presence.
A handful of Dhampirs followed in silence, their glowing yellow eyes cutting through the oppressive darkness. None spoke; there was no need. Their purpose was clear, and the weight of their mission demanded absolute focus.
The terrain shifted as they pressed on, the dense forest giving way to jagged rocks and sparse vegetation.
The ground beneath their boots became uneven, littered with shattered branches and faint scorch marks—a clear sign that something powerful had claimed this area.
