By 3:00 PM, the sun hung high in the sky, its bright rays piercing through the dense forest canopy. Shafts of sunlight scattered across the ground, illuminating the path ahead with a warm glow. Birds chirped lazily, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves—but beneath this peaceful exterior, tension hung thick in the air.
In the middle of the forest, partially hidden by overgrown vines and moss-covered rocks, lay the dungeon entrance. It looked like a dark cave carved into the side of a hill, its jagged mouth yawning like the maw of some ancient beast. A faint, cold draft escaped from within, carrying the musky scent of damp earth and something… unnatural.
Arya and his group stood a few meters away, their shadows stretching long in the afternoon light. Each member's posture was slightly tense, weapons subtly within reach. The forest was quiet here—too quiet—and it made the air feel heavier, charged with anticipation.
