The early morning sun crept over the horizon, casting a soft amber glow on the cobblestone streets of Mystveil. The town was just beginning to stir as Lunara and I left the warmth of the inn, our packs secured and weapons ready. The familiar weight of the storage ring on my hand was comforting, a reminder of the tools and resources we'd gathered for the journey ahead.
The main road stretched before us, cutting through the sprawling green fields and dense forests. It was peaceful for now, with only the occasional chirp of birds or rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. But there was a tension in the air, one I couldn't quite shake.
Lunara walked beside me, her sapphire eyes scanning the horizon with a quiet intensity. She had an uncanny ability to sense danger before it struck, a trait I'd come to rely on. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the wild energy of the beasts we hunted.
