The journey through the dense forest seemed endless. The trees towered over them, their branches intertwined, forming a canopy so thick that it barely allowed any light to filter through. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of moss and wet earth. Every step the group took seemed to echo, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence that surrounded them.
Luke led the way, his sword drawn and his senses on high alert. He could feel the tension radiating from the others, each of them carrying the weight of the recent ambush. They moved in silence, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. The forest seemed to close in on them, the shadows growing longer with each passing moment.
