After the battle with the bear, the group advanced more cautiously. The vegetation became increasingly hostile, with protruding roots and thorny bushes making the path difficult. The tension was palpable, every sound in the forest made the three move more carefully.
"I don't know about you, but it feels like we're being watched," Aphir muttered, his eyes scanning the shadows between the trees.
"This forest is worse than we imagined. But we're almost there," Jhin replied, trying to sound confident, although the sweat on his forehead betrayed his nervousness.
Alrik, always the most relaxed, commented: "After that bear, anything less will be child's play."
The trio stopped suddenly when they heard a sharp, cutting sound. Ahead, an elegant figure emerged from between the trees. A majestic fox with four tails that seemed to be made of flickering flames appeared, its fur shining like gold in the dim light of the forest.
