After walking in the forest for a while, the duo of Harsha and Viswa came across a small stream of water that reflected the night sky. The stream flowed silently; the slight, occasional water splashes against the rock broke the eerie silence. The water gave them a soothing, cold touch as they drank from the stream.
Drinking some water, they trekked through the deep forest under the silvery glow of the midnight moon. The only noise was the distinct howls in the distance and the occasional rustle of leaves due to the breeze.
Viswa was walking closely behind Harsha, scanning the surroundings for threats. He looked back at the camp, watching the flickers of flames wandering in the forest.
"Your Highness, they have already caught on."
Harsha kept his stride up without looking back and answered with a quick nod.
"Keep Moving!"
