As dawn broke, casting the forest in a soft, golden hue, the camp slowly came to life. The smell of breakfast mingled with the earthy scent of morning dew, and the soft murmur of voices filled the clearing. Despite the previous day's victory, a strange stillness lingered, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.
Kael, always an early riser, wandered to the edge of the clearing, watching the sunlight filter through the trees. He closed his eyes, savoring the tranquility, but a faint rustling caught his attention. His hand moved instinctively to his sword hilt, though his instincts told him there was no threat—at least, not yet.
"Expecting an ambush?" Morgana's voice teased from behind him.
He turned, a grin breaking across his face. "Just being cautious. You never know what could be out there."
She laughed, shaking her head. "After everything we faced in the Fallen Spire, I doubt a few stray shadows would pose much trouble."
