As night fell, Roderic and his reconnaissance team set out for the eastern territories, their journey filled with a sense of urgency. The forest was eerily silent, the darkness pressing in around them. They moved with caution, every shadow a potential threat. The tension in the air was palpable, each member of the team acutely aware of the stakes.
When they reached the outskirts of the encampment, they observed from a distance, taking note of the guards, the layout, and the activities within. The sight of the strange rituals being conducted sent a chill down their spines.
"We need to get closer," Roderic whispered to his team. "We need to understand what they're doing."
The team moved cautiously, using the cover of darkness to their advantage. As they approached, they could hear the chanting of the cultists, their voices low and menacing. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the oppressive weight of dark magic.
