The oppressive gloom of the ogre-infested woods seemed to press in on them from all sides. Every snapped twig sounded like the crack of a bone, every rustle of leaves like the approach of some hulking, green-skinned monstrosity. Bombom, for once, was quiet, his usual bravado tempered by the grim reality of their mission. He had his hover-drone active, but he wasn't narrating, merely letting the silent, tense footage stream to his viewers. SynchroNoice, walking so close to Gluteus that he was practically stepping on the back of the knight's sabatons, let out a nervous "boop" sound every few minutes, a strange, rhythmic counterpoint to the forest's unsettling silence.