The air was heavy as we continued our descent down the cursed path. The sky overhead was a dull, oppressive gray, dark clouds gathering like an ominous shroud. Every step we took was laden with a sense of foreboding, as if the very earth beneath our feet was warning us to turn back. But there was no turning back now. We had chosen this path, and we would see it through, no matter the cost.
The group was silent as we walked, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The encounter with the mysterious figure still weighed heavily on my mind. Their warning had been vague, but the sense of danger it conveyed was clear. I could see the same unease mirrored in the faces of my companions, their eyes darting to the shadows that seemed to stretch and grow with each passing moment. The atmosphere was tense, thick with an unspoken dread that gnawed at our resolve.
