The forest was eerily quiet as we moved deeper into its thick heart.
The trees stood tall and dark, their twisted branches reaching for the sky. As I observed the surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling that this place was artificial. The trees seemed intentionally crafted this way.
The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder that this place was ancient, untouched by time.
We had only been sprinting for a few minutes, but at our speed, we had already covered a great distance. The thick carpet of fallen leaves muffled our footsteps—then I felt it.
A faint, almost imperceptible tremor in the ground. It was subtle, but it was there, like something massive moving just beneath the earth, something that could shatter the ground with a single step.
"Do you feel that?" Steve's voice broke the silence, low and cautious.
I nodded and pulled out my staff from the miniature storage space.
Steve looked at me surprised and I winked at him.
