The sun barely pierced the thick canopy above as James and his companions made their way deeper into the forest. After the attack on Fieldview, the village was left shaken but determined to fight. However, the Wickerman's power was growing stronger with each passing day, and James knew they couldn't afford to wait any longer. The time had come to face the ancient evil head-on.
"Are we sure about this?" Rachel asked as she walked beside James, her dual blades resting on her back. Her usual teasing tone was gone, replaced by concern. "We barely survived the banshee and those wraiths. If the Wickerman is behind all of this, he's going to be a lot worse."
James glanced at her, his expression serious. "We don't have a choice. If we don't stop him now, his influence will spread beyond Provost. This isn't just about Fieldview anymore."
