The forest was unnervingly quiet as Lyerin moved through its shadows, his sharp eyes scanning the dense undergrowth for signs of movement. He wasn't dragging a corpse this time—there was no bait, no carefully constructed trap. He was simply walking, his senses attuned to the faintest disturbances in the atmosphere. His frustration simmered beneath the surface, a mix of disappointment and growing anticipation.
He came to a halt in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, their gnarled branches intertwining to form an ominous canopy overhead. The air was heavy, charged with an energy that sent a chill down his spine.
"You're here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His grin returned, slow and deliberate, as he felt the oppressive weight of a predator's gaze settle on him. "Finally, something worth my time."
