Aric arrived silently on his flying boat, descending into the misty, ominous forest surrounding the Mountain of Shadows. The dark woods loomed over him, their twisted branches stretching like claws, as the oppressive energy of spirits and ancient magic hung in the air.
Stepping off his boat, he activated his Celestial Veil Technique, immediately blending into the shadows. His form vanished, becoming one with the wind. With his Mystic Wind Movement Technique, he moved swiftly and undetected, skimming through the trees as he hunted for Tyler.
Aric's eyes gleamed in anticipation. "The fool will walk right into my trap, thinking destiny is calling him," he thought, a smirk playing on his lips. He had already memorized Tyler's route, thanks to his spies. He was going to let Tyler do the hard work and, as usual, claim the prize at the end.
