The air grew colder as the group moved deeper into the mountain pass. The mist thickened, curling around the jagged rocks and narrowing their visibility to only a few feet ahead. The silence, broken only by the crunch of their boots and the occasional rustle of loose stones, pressed heavily on them.
Kaelron walked at the front, his relic pulsing faintly at his side. Ignis prowled beside him, the gryphon's golden feathers shimmering dimly in the fog. Nyx and Zerin followed close behind, their weapons drawn and their eyes scanning for any sign of movement. Eryk brought up the rear, Frostbane at his side, the frost wolf growling softly as its icy breath misted in the frigid air.
"Something feels off," Zerin muttered, his voice low but tense.
"You think?" Eryk replied, his tone sharp. "This entire pass feels like it's ready to swallow us whole."