The darkness of the ravine pressed in around them, the silence only broken by the occasional clatter of loose stones beneath their feet. Lyra and Victor moved cautiously, their senses heightened by the oppressive atmosphere. The shadows seemed alive, shifting and swirling in their peripheral vision, as if the very air was watching them.
As they made their way deeper into the ravine, Lyra suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the area. She could feel it—a presence, something lurking just beyond their line of sight. Victor felt it too, his fingers already twitching toward his staff, readying himself for whatever was out there.
"Something's here, yet again," Lyra said quietly, her voice tense with a hint of annoyance.
