The path became denser as they progressed through the woods. The green tree illumination started to disappear behind them because the Grove's deep shadows enveloped it. The light emitted by the trees above provided a meager guidance as they tried to follow the path which was nearly impossible to see. Consolidating wind pushed against them while the combined aromas of ground and putrid wood resulted in a slight metallic odor.
Lucian continued holding his sword sheath but avoided pulling it from its home. Not yet. The woods remained silent while the path gave off rhythmic sounds during their slow progression. A combination of forest floor crunching sounds emerged from under our feet while occasional tree branches made creaking sounds in the distance.
