The camp remained quiet under the cover of the dense forest, the faint crackle of the dying fire providing the only sound. The group had fallen into an uneasy rest, though their dreams were far from peaceful. Each of them bore the scars of their journey, physical and emotional. The weight of their quest loomed ever larger.Jace sat propped against a tree, his eyes scanning the perimeter. Despite the exhaustion tugging at his body, sleep eluded him. The air was too still, the forest too silent, as if the world itself held its breath.Aila stirred beside him, her golden staff resting across her lap. The glow it emitted had dimmed to a faint shimmer, but its presence was a comforting constant. Her hand brushed against his arm as she shifted, and her eyes fluttered open.“You’re still awake,” she murmured, her voice hushed.“Can’t sleep,” Jace admitted. “Something feels... off.”Aila sat up, her gaze following his into the shadowy trees. “Do you think it’s another attack?”Jace shook his