The forest grew darker, the air thick with an oppressive energy. They reached a clearing where ghostly figures surrounded them, their faces twisted with grief and anger.
"Who are they?" Alysia asked, her voice barely audible.
"Those who came before us," Aragos said grimly. "And failed."
The figures advanced, their hands reaching for Alysia. She fought them off with her magic, but their numbers were overwhelming.
"We have to move!" Aragos shouted, cutting through the phantoms with his blade.
But no matter how hard they fought, the ghosts kept coming.