As Elara, Selene, and their companions delved deeper into the mist-shrouded mountains, a sense of unease settled over them like a heavy cloak. The whispers grew louder, their words twisting and distorting in the stillness, as if the very air itself was alive with malevolent intent.
"We're being watched," Rylan muttered, his eyes darting nervously from shadow to shadow. "I can feel it."
Professor Arthen nodded grimly, his expression tense with apprehension. "The mist is thick with magic," he said. "We must tread carefully, lest we fall prey to its dark influence."
Elara's heart pounded in her chest as they pressed on, each step a silent testament to their determination. The path ahead seemed to stretch on endlessly, winding its way through the mountains like a labyrinth of uncertainty.
