The half-moon hanging in the calm night sky generously provided a dull, crescent glow over the dark forest where, near the entrance to Luveria Kingdom, two young men strolled in cautiously, adorned in black mage robes that absorbed the faint light, making them nearly invisible in the shadows. On their hands, there was a wristband with the insignia of a dragonfly.
One of them, around 5'3" with deep blue eyes and black hair, whispered in a fearful tone, "Are we going to make it, Bolton?"
Bolton, walking in front, stopped for a second and turned his head towards the whisperer, "Who knows? Only 33% of the people who have ventured into the dark forest have been able to make it out alive. While our chances are slim, we have no choice but to face our fears and complete the journey. Or do you want our mother to die?"
