As they ventured deeper into the dense, suffocating foliage of the forest, the hostility of the environment became palpable.
It was not just the atmosphere that had turned against them.
Countless monsters began to draw toward Kai and Lyra, attracted like moths to a dying flame.
There were droves of them, emerging from the shadows of the ancient trees and the thick underbrush.
They did not hesitate.
They threw themselves at the duo with a reckless abandon, attacking with a ferocity that suggested Kai and Lyra were their sworn enemies from a past life.
Despite the sheer volume of the ambush, they posed no actual threat.
Lyra was a whirlwind of precision and death.
She moved with a grace that belied her lethality, ending the lives of the creatures before they could even come within striking distance of her master.
While Lyra handled the extermination of the local wildlife, Kai focused his attention elsewhere.
