As the moon shone above the clouds, four shadowy figures darted through the massive forest encircled by a mountain range. Their movements were lightning fast, gliding silently from one tree to another without leaving a trace.
Each wore black garments with faces concealed behind engraved masks, nearly identical to one another. Daggers rested at their waists, gleaming faintly under the moonlight.
"Leader, we should rest once we clear this forest. If we attempt to cross the mountain at night, we may encounter powerful monsters."
"I can already sense several of them approaching from all directions," the leader replied, his tone sharp with concern. "We need to escape this cursed forest as quickly as possible."
"Can you tell how far they are? And how many?"
One of the masked figures halted atop a towering tree. Closing his eyes, he stretched out his magic sense across the dense woodland. After a tense moment, his eyes snapped open, grim.
