A cloaked figure moved swiftly through the dark forest, weaving through the trees like a shadow. It barely made a sound as it trekked forward, its presence blending into the night. Despite its speed, it moved with a purpose, as if drawn toward something unseen.
Edrik and his squad trailed behind, hidden in the darkness, their movements precise and silent. They were trained for this—specialized in stealth and tracking, capable of blending with the shadows.
Yet, something felt off. The usual threats of the forest, the monsters that lurked in the dark, didn't attack them.
Instead, the creatures fled.
"Something weird is going on," Chandler muttered as he leaped from one tree to another, his movements controlled and deliberate. His sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, looking for any unseen danger.
"What do you mean, Sir?" Edrik asked, frowning at the older knight's tone.
