The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale light over the rugged landscape as Alaric and Adrian made their way north. The terrain was challenging, with dense forests and rocky outcroppings that made travel slow and arduous. Despite the physical demands of the journey, their determination pushed them forward, each step bringing them closer to their destination.
The silence of the night was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Alaric's senses were heightened, his instincts on high alert for any sign of danger. Adrian walked beside him, his thoughts focused on the mission and the mysterious prophecy that haunted his mind.
"We're getting close," Alaric said, his voice low. "Stay sharp. We don't know what we'll find."
Adrian nodded, his eyes scanning the shadows. "I've been thinking about that letter. Whoever sent it knew exactly how to get under my skin. It feels like a trap."
