As we journeyed from Fenbrook, a quiet determination settled over our group. Each of us understood that this path wouldn't just be a test of courage but a test of will. Whatever lay ahead would likely tear at the seams of our unity, challenging our loyalty, resilience, and, most painfully, our trust in each other.
The air grew colder as the forest thickened around us, branches arching overhead to form a canopy that let only thin slivers of light filter through. Shadows twisted between the trees, shifting and curling like smoke, hinting at an otherworldly presence. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled, a mournful cry that set my heart racing. The land felt alive, pulsing with the same dark energy we had sensed back in the village, as if the Veil of Shadows had seeped into every root and stone.
