The path ahead was shrouded in impenetrable darkness, towering trees interweaving their massive branches like tentacles across the sky, enshrouding the forest in pitch blackness.
Mere shreds of light filtered through the canopy, only to be consumed by the suffocating gloom.
The darkness was tangible, a physical presence that could temporarily blind the unwary should any sliver of brightness pierce its veil.
It rendered vision utterly useless - a literal blindfold of shade.
And yet, a figure streaked through this stygian void, leaping nimbly from branch to branch with effortless grace.
Far behind trailed two pursuers - one cloaked in tattered rags, the other garbed in sleek black leather armor with scarred face.
Despite the distance, both moved with preternatural stealth and elegance, their very ability to navigate such murky depths a testament to their formidable skills.
'Wow...they're good!'
