The forest grew thinner as they pushed forward, allowing patches of sunlight to break through the mist. The metallic smell of the Abyss clung to the air even as the dark energy dissipated. Ryu kept Voidfang in his grip, its blade still faintly glowing from its encounter with the creature.
No one said anything. Their recent battle weighed between them; each was lost in his and her thoughts. Even Draven, known for a wise quip, kept to himself and let his axe rest against his shoulder.
Kaelith finally broached the silence with soft but steady words. "We'll make Solhaven if we maintain this pace come nightfall. Keep it sharp—it's far from over."
Aris turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "You think there'll be more?"
Kaelith nodded. "Creatures like that rarely hunt alone. The Abyss doesn't leave loose ends."
