Seth moved cautiously through the dense forest, each step measured and silent. The weight of his former responsibility as a guide had lightened, leaving a strange sense of emptiness in its place. Now, all the pressure of leadership rested on Siliva, who, fortified by Cain's acceptance, commanded with newfound confidence.
Around him, the Awakened escort sent by General Cain blended almost seamlessly with the landscape, silent shadows moving with terrifying efficiency. Their movements were so fluid that Seth, despite his keen senses, sometimes struggled to keep track of them. The Awakened, clad in their dark armor, seemed to merge with the forest itself, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs absorbed by their oppressive presence.
Though hardened by his own experiences, Seth couldn't ignore the rising tension within him with each step. The forest, despite its wild beauty, hid an imminent danger, palpable in the heavy air and the occasional furtive glances from the Awakened.
