She took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling her lungs. It was a familiar scent, one that reminded her of a time when demons roamed freely, their power unchallenged. Now, they were hunted, their existence a secret whispered in the shadows.
"Master Hila took us to his realm to ensure the reproductive demons wouldn't die... and once he was gone, he teleported us with his last power... to this random forest," Galene sighed, her voice heavy with sorrow and regret. She continued to look around for food, her eyes scanning the undergrowth for apples or perhaps a boar.
The forest floor was littered with fallen leaves and decaying branches, the remnants of autumn's embrace. Galene moved swiftly and silently through the undergrowth, her keen senses attuned to the slightest movement or sound. She was a predator in this unfamiliar territory, her survival instincts honed by countless battles and years of hardship.
