Ilyrana moved through the dense foliage like a ghost, her steps as silent as falling leaves. The moonlight barely pierced the canopy above, but she didn't need its guidance. Every curve of the path, every gnarled root and moss-covered stone, was etched into her memory. The familiarity of the terrain allowed her to navigate effortlessly, her heightened senses keeping her attuned to the slightest disturbance around her.
She slowed her pace as she approached the area where the path to the Tesser was rumoured to be blocked. Her ears caught faint murmurs from the night wind, voices too distant for any human to perceive. She stopped abruptly, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows for movement.
