Rederic moved cautiously through the dense forest, his senses alert to every sound and movement around him. The trees here were ancient and twisted, their roots creating a labyrinthine network that made it difficult to navigate. He knew he wasn't alone. The presence of the horned youths was palpable, and he could almost feel their eyes on him, watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Suddenly, a rustle in the underbrush caught his attention. He spun around just in time to see a horned youth lunging at him, spear in hand. Rederic parried the attack with his sword, the clash of metal echoing through the forest. He countered with a swift slash, but the youth was quick, dodging to the side and circling him.
"You won't get away that easily," Rederic muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he tracked the youth's movements.
