Rakahn and Geb moved swiftly and silently between the trees. Their pursuers made no sound, but Rakahn had already sensed their presence lurking in the shadows, silent forms hidden in the dark corners of the undergrowth. Yet neither he nor Geb betrayed their wariness. Their pace remained relaxed, their movements measured, concealing their intention to flee.
Rakahn knew this area well; he had memorized every twist, every hidden corner of the forest. Without a word, he guided Geb with a nod, his companion understanding each signal without hesitation. Their silence was a language of its own, forged by years of training and survival in hostile territory.
Their goal was clear: gain ground, lose their pursuers. But suddenly, Rakahn sensed a change in the atmosphere. The creatures behind them no longer intended to follow stealthily. They had revealed themselves, ready to quicken their pace.
