The dense forest of Ashenfen stretched endlessly, its ancient trees casting elongated shadows as the evening sun dipped below the horizon. Luke, riding alongside Ilyrana, watched the dark elves with a mix of curiosity and awe. They moved silently, their steps deft and deliberate, as if they were one with the forest itself. At the head of the group was Master Deylin, a tall and imposing figure whose presence commanded respect.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, Deylin raised his hand, signalling a halt.
"We'll camp here for the night," he said, his deep voice carrying an authority that left no room for question.
Immediately, the dark elves dispersed, fanning out into the forest without a word. Luke turned to Ilyrana, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Where are they going? Shouldn't we, I don't know, set up tents or something?"
Ilyrana whispered, a rare smile gracing her lips.
"Just watch," she said, her tone laced with amusement.
