Azure narrows his eyes, intrigued rather than deterred. The Shadewraiths move with purpose, their leader gesturing toward the horizon. One by one, the others begin to rise, abandoning the carcass and melting into the shadows of the forest. Their movements are fluid, almost graceful, as they vanish into the darkness.
"Looks like they're heading somewhere," Azure whispers.
"Follow them cautiously, host," Nexus advises. "This could provide valuable insight into their behavior."
Azure waits until the last Shadewraith is out of sight before he moves. He steps lightly, his boots barely making a sound against the spongy earth. The air grows colder as he delves deeper into the forest, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional creak of dead branches overhead. The path the Shadewraiths take is subtle, marked only by faint disturbances in the underbrush.
