The journey towards Serewyn had been peaceful so far. The forest around them seemed to be waking up, the golden light of the morning sun filtering through the tall trees, creating dappled patterns along the winding path. Mikhailis leaned back slightly in the modest carriage, his eyes half-lidded as he watched the forest pass by, the quiet rustling of leaves and distant birdsong creating a serene atmosphere.
"It's almost too perfect, don't you think?" Mikhailis mused aloud, his voice carrying a hint of a chuckle.
Vyrelda, who sat across from him, raised an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, just that this is the part in the story where something always goes wrong," he replied, giving her a playful grin.
"We're out here, minding our own business, enjoying a scenic ride through a lovely forest—it's prime monster attack territory."
Cerys laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
