After five hours of travel, the massive company finally arrived at the entrance of the Reaper Forest.
The moment they crossed into its shadow, the difference was immediate.
The once lively sounds of marching feet, armor clanking, and cultists whispering fell into unnatural silence.
Not a single bird chirped. Not even the distant hum of insects.
The towering trees, their blackened bark gnarled and twisted, loomed overhead, blocking out most of the sunlight. The further one looked inside, the less the forest seemed like a part of the world, it was like staring into a place where time had stopped moving altogether.
Even the wind had abandoned this place.
It was so quiet that each breath felt too loud.
Darin slowly exhaled. "Well. This is ominous."
Grumble, the laziest beast known to man, suddenly stood alert. His feline shadowy form bristled with energy, his glowing eyes darting around the trees like an excited predator sniffing out something fun.
