The trek eastward from the spring led us deeper into the Shifting Isle's untamed wilderness. The forest, dense and imposing, seemed to grow darker with every step, the canopy above tightening as ancient trees loomed taller. Despite the eeriness, the path carved out by the symbols from the altar remained visible, though faint, guiding us with its mysterious precision.
Kijin took the lead as usual, her sharp senses attuned to the subtleties of the environment. Raijuu prowled at our side, his eyes constantly scanning for movement, his ears flicking at every sound. The faint hum of the crystal around my neck was a steady reminder that we were on the right path.
"Keep your eyes open," I said, breaking the silence. "The markers have been consistent so far, but that doesn't mean we're out of danger."
Kijin glanced over her shoulder, grinning. "Relax, Tsukasa. If something pops out, I'll just charm it into submission."
