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The first light of dawn painted the forest in a muted gold, the sun's rays barely piercing the dense canopy above.
Dabi's team moved cautiously, their pace deliberate as they navigated the rugged terrain. The forest stretched endlessly before them, an oppressive maze of twisted trees and undergrowth.
Jeni limped slightly, her movements slow but determined. Her arm, though healed enough to move, still felt heavy and weak.
Zen trailed close behind her, leaning on one of his twin swords as a makeshift cane. His injured leg throbbed with every step, but he gritted his teeth and pushed forward.
Loira walked at the rear, her staff glowing faintly as she cast minor wards along their path. The sigils she left behind shimmered briefly before fading into the air, creating an invisible trail of protective energy.
