Ares led the chase through the darkened woodland of ancient trees that towered and loomed ahead, casting shadows that danced in the moonlight. His pace was relentless; his senses were on high alert. He sniffed the wind for any signs of Serene's scent as eight of his elite warriors flanked him, left and right. Their footsteps were synchronised, presenting a unified force that was determined, unyielding, and angry. Leaves crunched beneath their paws, and branches swayed as they traversed.