The morning had met the group while they were already on the move; however, the rays of the sun were dimmed by the thick trees and mist that covered the entire forest.
They had left the clearing before dawn, pushing deeper into the woods, following along the map Morena had in her head. The path had turned even worse the deeper they went, as it was less traveled.
Slowly, it became narrower and uneven, with roots twisting across the ground, forcing the wagons to slow. The sound of creaking wheels and horses' hooves filled the silence.
Morena rode at the front again, her eyes sharp as she studied the surroundings. The further they went, the denser the forest became; even the light from above struggled to break through the thick canopy, and with the incident last night, no one felt like talking.
'AI, keep scanning. I don't want any more surprises.'
[Understood.]
