The forest stretched endlessly under a pale moon, its silver light spilling across thick branches and roots that twisted like sleeping serpents.
Aamir walked at the center of the group, Seemus and the werewolves keeping a silent perimeter around him.
Their footsteps barely made a sound, but the night carried something else—an undertone, a faint tremor that prickled at the edge of Aamir's senses.
Something was watching.
He paused, crimson system screen blinking faintly in the corner of his vision. A notification rippled across it.
[Warning: Unknown Corruption Signature Detected.]
[Luman]: Host, I don't think you have very much time for resting. Be prepared.
Aamir frowned. "Again, huh?" he muttered under his breath.
Seemus, walking beside him, tilted his head. "Did you say something, Lord Aamir?"
Aamir shook his head. "Nothing. Just… the air here feels heavy."
