"Very well," Tristan consented, his voice ringing with the resonance of an adventurer embarking on an extraordinary quest.
With the weight of impending danger pressing upon them, he cast his gaze upon Roland, a fellow warrior of unwavering loyalty. "Summon our stalwart comrades," he commanded with regal authority, prompting Roland's nod, which rippled through the camp like a clarion call to arms.
Amidst the rustling of leaves and the low hum of whispered orders, their band of gallant men gathered, a formidable assembly.
In unity, they mounted their noble steeds, their powerful hooves thundering upon the earth as they set forth into the heart of the forest, where nature's tapestry wove shadows darker than the setting sun.
Eveloria, keenly observant, noted the subtle transformation above—a celestial canvas painted in hues more foreboding than twilight itself. A furrow creased her brow as she grappled with the disconcerting realization.
