As they ventured deeper into the heart of the Forbidden Forest, the melody within Alex morphed into a discordant string quartet, reflecting the growing unease that gnawed at them. The silence of the forest pressed in, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures and the unsettling symphony of buzzing insects.
Suddenly, the air shimmered, and a creature coalesced before them. It wasn't a beast of fangs and claws, but a humanoid figure cloaked in swirling mists. Its face, if it could be called a face, was a shifting tapestry of questions, each symbol morphing and reforming before their eyes.
"Welcome, travelers," the creature boomed, its voice a chorus of whispers. "I am the Qorvax, the Demon of Questions and Answers."
Alex, their heart pounding against their ribs, took a tentative step forward. "We seek the Whisperwood. The Barghest informed us of a cure for the demonic fragments that plague our world."
