Ryker whistled. "Guess brilliant marks do have advantages."
Kaul rolled his eyes. Alternatively, the woodland is drawing us into a trap. Remain crisp.
Aria set the example; the group fell into step behind her. The road veered, the thick canopy overhead darkening the moonlight.
The wilder the woodland grew to be the further they explored. The road was bordered with glowing plants, their radiance unearthly. Like echoes of past voices, whispers permeated the air, weak and vague.
Luca lowered his voice and leant in towards Aria. "Do you Hear that?"— "
She nodded, her mark weakly throbbing. "It's as though the forest is trying to communicate with us."
Elder Myra halted abruptly; her eyes wide as she saw a sign carved on a tree. "This is an old mark of the Moon Goddess. Not seen in centuries is it.
Aria moved nearer, her fingertips following the sign. She did, and a wave of vitality went through her as the voices became louder, clearer.
