The forest stretched endlessly before me, above me, the canopy was dense, blocking out most of the moonlight.
The faint rustle of leaves and the occasional distant call of some unseen creature.
Each step I took crunched softly against the mossy ground.
The air was damp, thick with the earthy scent of soil and decay, and I could feel the moisture clinging to my skin like a second layer.
I have been walking for what felt like forever, though it had probably only been minutes.
I didn't dare stay in the cave.
I know the orc lord wasn't done with me, he couldn't be, especially when he had his pride destroyed by a human.
If I stayed put, I'd just be a sitting duck waiting for death to come knocking again.
My boots sank slightly into the soft forest floor as I trudged forward, gripping Doom tightly.
The weight of the gun was a strange comfort, though my arms ached from the earlier fight.
