The wind was still the moment Calenthir's portal snapped shut behind them
"that's the nearest i can take all of us" calenthir said.
Fianna stepped forward first, her boots crunching on damp soil covered in reddish moss. A rusted, broken tower loomed in the distance, almost swallowed by the crooked trees of the Red Forest.
They had arrived.
"That was... unpleasant," Kairos muttered, rubbing his arms as though trying to shake off the air itself.
"You're just nervous," Calenthir replied softly, her tone light but her eyes scanning the forest around them.
"No, she's right," Fianna said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The mana here... it feels wrong. Like it's trying to crawl up my spine."
Oliver chuckled, though it didn't reach his eyes.
"Well, that's comforting."
Lyrius adjusted the straps on his weapon as he surveyed the perimeter. "Northern tower is about 900 meters through those trees," he said.
