The forest grew darker as the team moved north, the thick canopy above blotting out even the faintest traces of moonlight. Aiden led the way, his Spirit Sense stretched to its limits, scanning for signs of movement. The tension among the group was palpable; every rustle of leaves, every crack of a branch seemed magnified in the oppressive silence.
Reia broke the quiet, her voice barely above a whisper. "If they've got elites on us, they'll catch up sooner or later. We can't keep running forever."
"We're not running," Aiden replied sharply, his tone brooking no argument. "We're repositioning. If we fight them here, we're boxed in. We need open ground where we control the engagement."
Myne shot him a sideways glance. "You're planning a counterattack, aren't you?"
