The morning wind picked up, rustling the leaves as if whispering warnings.
They stepped into the dense forest, still shrouded in thick mist.
Every step was cautious, for everything around them seemed to conceal secrets.
"I feel like something is watching us," Prava whispered.
Rafael crouched slightly, examining small tracks left by the forest creatures.
"Not just animals… something dark is creeping in," he said.
Allara stepped closer, her hands trembling slightly, yet her gaze remained firm.
Suddenly, a faint whisper stirred from within the mist.
"Who's there…?" Prava asked, her voice quivering.
No one answered.
Only the sound of their hearts pounding, vibrating with tension.
Some force moved around them—they felt the pull of a shadow lurking nearby.
"We need to be ready," Rafael said.
"Whatever happens, we face it together."
The power that had once shattered them now coalesced into strength.
This time, all three could feel the bond between them, tighter than ever before.
The mist thickened into a swirling wall.
A shadowy figure appeared ahead, eyes glowing faintly red.
Their hearts quivered, but none stepped back—
for they no longer walked alone.