The three individuals—Damien, Keith, and Narna—gathered near the burning campfire, the dense canopy of trees above casting long shadows as the late afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon.
As they stood before each other, The air itself felt lighter now that they had a clear plan for leaving, but an undercurrent of unease still settled amidst them.
Keith held the return teleportation scroll in his hand, his fingers lightly brushing against the glowing material as if debating whether to activate it now or wait a moment longer.
Damien stepped forward, his silver hair catching the dancing flames from the campfire behind him, and turned to Narna. His piercing blue eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, causing her to shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, trying to mask her unease.
Keith's brow furrowed, his protective instincts kicking in as he stepped slightly closer to her. "Damien, is there a problem?"
