The party pressed deeper into the forest with deliberate steps. Their ears straining for the faintest sound but the silence lingered thick and undisturbed.
There were no rustle of beasts or monsters, no crack of branches under unseen feet, no ominous signs of danger. Only the hollow hush of leaves swaying in the night breeze and silence.
Jan frowned. His hunter's instincts prickled but nothing came to him.
First there was a wyvern far from its lair. Then Arty's unsettling claim of being watched. And now… just nothing.
No threats and no disturbances. The contradiction gnawed at him.
Hund's hand stayed loosely on his sword hilt but his brow furrowed with the same unease. Esther's sharp eyes scanned the shadows again and again but finding only stillness. Annette clutched her hands closer, though even her careful senses failed to pick up anything unusual.
The same thought crept into each of their minds. What in the world was going on here?
