Vlad's eyes narrowed as an overwhelming sense of danger surged through him. Part of him urged him to delve deeper, to uncover more about these formidable creatures and the origin of the hive, but his instincts screamed a warning: proceeding further could be fatal.
Weighing his options, the Depravita of Wrath clenched his fists and made a swift decision. Survival was paramount. There was no point in uncovering every secret of the hive if he wasn't alive to share it.
He turned sharply and sprinted away from the ominous obsidian obelisk looming in the distance. The dense forest enveloped him, shadows stretching like grasping hands as he weaved between ancient trees. Twisted roots jutted from the ground, threatening to trip him, but he navigated them with practiced agility.
