So thus, Amon decided to leave that place. There was no need to remain stuck there forever.
And he actually did that an hour ago. But poor him. He didn't have a good start at all.
At first, everything was going smoothly.
He moved carefully through the forest, choosing familiar terrain, following paths where the trees were slightly thinner.
His senses were sharp, every sound making him pause. The black forest was silent. But not the peaceful kind of silence. It was the kind that felt like it was waiting.
He was cautious, observing everything.
Amon kept walking, sword in hand, eyes scanning his surroundings. For a while, nothing happened.
Then he heard it. A low, familiar growl. Amon stopped instantly. His eyes darted around his surroundings warily.
His body tensed, and he slowly turned his head. Another growl followed. Closer this time.
From between the black trees, shapes began to move.
Wolves.
