SWOOSH!
A brilliant light flared in the heart of the forest, drawing the attention of nearby creatures.
In that area, where the light flared, four figures appeared, standing in the clearing.
Towering trees loomed overhead, their dense canopies weaving together to shroud the area in shades. The ground beneath them was soft and treacherous, a mix of slick mud and shallow pools of murky water that faintly mirrored the few rays of light filtering through the thick foliage.
Reynold was the first to recover, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to assess their situation. His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear but from the shock of their unexpected landing.
The trees, the humid air, the damp ground—it was clear they were far from any familiar territory. His brow furrowed as he glanced around. Only four of them stood within the small clearing.
Spark was nowhere to be seen.
