The morning after the battle dawned with a heavy mist hanging over the forest, its dense fog wrapping around the trees like a shroud. The pack's camp was slowly coming to life, its inhabitants weary but resilient after the previous night's skirmish. Alex stood at the edge of the camp, gazing into the mist as he contemplated their next move. The confrontation with the robed figure had left him with more questions than answers, and the need to uncover the secrets of the ancient forces was more pressing than ever.
As the mist began to lift, Sara approached Alex, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Alex, I've been thinking about what happened last night. We need to learn more about these ancient forces and their connection to The Shadow."
Alex nodded, his gaze fixed on the forest. "I agree. We need to find a way to stop them before they can be fully awakened. Our best chance lies in understanding what we're dealing with."
