Naturally, the best scout would be Cristine; after all, she was an assassin, and her main role besides killing was reconnaissance. Now, she was deep within the forest, leading the group.
She leaped from branch to branch, her movements agile and fluid, like a feline moving through a familiar environment.
The forest around her was a vibrant tapestry of green, with tall trees and broad bushes reaching toward the cloudy sky. Twisted roots snaked across the ground, and sunlight barely filtered through the foliage, creating strange patterns of shadow that danced on the leaf-covered soil.
The murmurs of the forest were varied—the rustling of leaves, the distant song of birds, and the soft whisper of the wind.
"There's something wrong here… I must be getting close…" Cristine murmured as she pressed forward. Something kept her on high alert.
