"It's eerily quiet here," Gael said. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the dead leaves on the ground, and the light in the surrounding forest constantly shifted. "My Lord."
"There's a legend among the mountain people," Tiris began, his pale and gaunt hand resting on the sword hilt, eyes scanning the forest where a beast's trail lay, "that the unnaturally silent parts of the forest are under the watch of the Lake Goddess. In such places, one must never look back lightly."
"Surely you jest, my Lord," Gael responded, feeling a shiver down his spine as he glanced around. It seemed as if a pair of eyes lurked within the shadows. "Chaos be upon us, Divine entities are but illusions."
"No, Gael," Tiris replied, "I believe divine existences are real."
