The night air was cool as Kael and his companions made their way through the dense forest that bordered the city of Valtoria. The familiar sights and sounds of civilization had long faded behind them, replaced by the solemn quiet of the wilderness. The path ahead was uncertain, winding its way through ancient trees that had stood for centuries, their gnarled branches reaching out like the fingers of forgotten gods.
As they walked, Kael's mind was filled with a sense of unease. The weight of the mission before them pressed heavily on his shoulders. The catacombs beneath the old city, where the last remnants of the void's influence lay hidden, were notorious for their labyrinthine passages and the dark secrets they concealed. They had barely scratched the surface of the threat that still lingered there.
Morgana, who had been walking in silence beside him, broke the quiet. "You're thinking about the catacombs," she said, her voice low but clear. "I can feel it."
