The morning light filtered softly through the dense canopy of the forest, scattering in fractured beams that danced across mossy stones and fallen leaves. Dew clung to every surface, sparkling like a thousand tiny stars. Lira, walking at the front with Fae close beside her, noticed how the moss beneath Fae's steps seemed to brighten slightly, a faint green glow pulsing as if the forest itself recognized her presence.
Behind them, Maelin and Patricia exchanged glances, their steps careful on the uneven ground, while Renkai and Thalanir moved with the practiced ease of seasoned travelers. Serelyth soared a few meters above in her dragon form, wings broad and graceful, occasionally dipping to ensure none of them strayed or tripped over hidden roots.
