Talon stood at the forefront, guiding their group deeper into the heart of the island. The rest, who had been arguing and protesting earlier, now followed in silence, surrendering to Talon's quiet authority.
The chill of the night wrapped around them like a sinister cloak, punctuated by gusts of wind that whispered through the dense jungle foliage. Each breath of air brought an amplified sense of foreboding, chilling their bones and causing them to shiver involuntarily.
As they ventured further, an unsettling hum began to resonate around them, growing louder and more oppressive with every step they took deeper into the jungle. The noise seemed to vibrate in the very air they breathed, sending waves of unease rippling through the group.
Goosebumps prickled their skin, an instinctive response to the encroaching danger they could neither see nor understand. Yet, there was no turning back. Their path had been set, and the only option now was to forge ahead.
