The night was still and cold as Cedric led his team through the dense forest surrounding the enemy's encampment. The moon, half-hidden behind thick clouds, cast a pale light over the landscape, turning the trees into twisted silhouettes. The air was heavy with anticipation, every rustle in the underbrush putting the team on edge.
Cedric moved silently at the front, his senses sharp and alert. Behind him, Lyra kept close, her eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. Morgana, her staff glowing faintly with a protective spell, brought up the rear, ready to unleash her magic at a moment's notice. The rest of the soldiers, handpicked for their skill and loyalty, followed in tight formation, their nerves taut but their resolve unwavering.
