Deep within the thick, shadowy forest, two cloaked figures faced each other, their silhouettes hidden by the fog that drifted lazily among the trees. Unlike previous times, when they had met, they were at odds with each other on this day.
The first figure exhibited restlessness, its cloak swirling wildly in a display of agitation as if attempting to escape the tension radiating from its wearer. Hands, scarcely visible beneath the cloak's edge, sliced through the air with sharp, urgent gestures, emphasizing the fervent argument being presented.
Even with its face shrouded, every tilt of its head and twist of its body conveyed a sense of frustration and urgency—an individual on the brink of something it could hardly contain.
