The air clung thick to their skin, each breath laced with something foul—something wrong. The grove no longer felt alive in the way forests should. No, it felt... aware. The trees—twisted, darkened—seemed to watch them, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws, waiting for the moment to strike. The leaves, which once whispered of the past, now echoed taunts and lies, filling their minds with the ghosts of their deepest regrets.
Adrian led the way, his sword at the ready, eyes darting to every shadow, every flicker of movement. His heart pounded not just from the unknown threats surrounding them, but from the fear gnawing at the edges of his mind. The whispers, those insidious voices, grew louder with every step they took deeper into the grove. It felt as though the very air was closing in, pushing against them, thick with malevolence.
“We shouldn’t be here,”
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