The deeper Marcus and Elara ventured into the forest, the more the landscape transformed into something surreal and unrecognizable. The trees seemed alive, their branches twisting unnaturally as if reaching out to grab intruders. The ground was littered with strange, glowing fungi that pulsed with an eerie light, casting a flickering glow that made shadows dance ominously. The oppressive atmosphere weighed on them, a thick fog hanging in the air, making every breath feel heavier.
Marcus adjusted his grip on his sword, muttering, "This place is a nightmare. Why do I keep getting dragged into this nonsense?"
Elara, ever the pragmatist, scanned the surroundings with a sharp gaze. "Stay focused. This forest isn't just dangerous—it's alive. If we're not careful, it'll swallow us whole."
