The aftermath of the ambush at the bridge weighed heavily as we ventured deeper into the Shifting Isle. The creatures' tactical retreat was no coincidence—it was deliberate, calculated. Whatever intelligence controlled this island, it wasn't acting blindly. Each step forward felt like trespassing further into a territory that didn't want us there.
Raijuu, ever vigilant, padded ahead with quiet precision. His ears twitched at every faint sound, and his nose constantly sampled the air for unfamiliar scents. Kijin walked just behind him, her usual lively banter replaced by an unnerving silence. Even Tenko, who typically balanced the tension with her calm commentary, was focused solely on scanning our surroundings.
