The layer was alive with the rustling of leaves, a chorus of unseen creatures were moving in the undergrowth. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting shifting patterns across the moss-covered ground.
Seline and Morgan followed Sylas as he led them along a winding path, his movements seemed... effortless, as if the terrain itself yielded to his steps. He hadn't spoken much since they had left his dwelling, only offering brief glances back to ensure they were keeping pace.
"This place..."
Eventually, the trees thinned, and they arrived at a clearing where a gnarled tree stood, its roots were sprawling outward like an ancient sentinel. The sight was familiar to both Seline and Morgan—too familiar. This was where they had first encountered Fauna. And more than that—this was where the four of them had battled Sylas.
