As the days passed, Argolaith began to feel the weight of the mountain closing in on him, its looming presence ever more tangible.
The dense forest around them started to thin, and the once dappled sunlight became sharper, almost unnaturally bright. Yet, even as the landscape shifted, there was something else that troubled him: Lysara.
At first, her presence had been a calming one, a quiet guide through the wilderness. But now, Argolaith couldn't shake the feeling that she had been more than just a helpful companion.
There was an odd calmness to her, a knowing in her eyes, a quiet certainty in every step she took. As if she had known what was ahead all along.
The more he thought about it, the more it unsettled him. How could someone be so prepared for a journey as unpredictable as theirs? And why had she remained so enigmatic about her true purpose?
