Clyde and Mina emerged inside a dense forest.
The trees rose high above them, their enormous trunks twisting toward the sky, layers of thick branches and leaves blocked most of the sunlight.
Only a few thin rays managed to slip through the canopy, making the forest floor covered in patches of dim green light and deep shadows.
Vines hung from the branches, moss covered the roots, thick vegetation crowded every path.
Yet despite the abundance of life, the forest felt strangely dead.
There were no birds singing, insects buzzing, or distant cries of animals echoed through the trees. Even the wind seemed reluctant to enter this place, leaving the forest trapped in an unnatural silence.
Mina slowly looked around, her hand already resting near one of her twin daggers.
