The raid party moved deeper into the silver forest.
There was no corridor. No passage. No clear transition. Just the forest, stretching endlessly in every direction. The trees grew taller as they advanced. The trunks wider. The leaves glowed brighter. The purple sky remained unchanged—an endless violet expanse pressing down from above.
The air grew colder. Their breath misted in front of their faces.
Nathan walked near the front, Moonlight in his grip. His party was spread out around him—Garrett and Red on the left, Dillon and Cloudy on the right, Elise in the center with the Frost Golem trailing behind, Smithy at the rear with his Void Eel. His summons were in their bunny forms, resting on his shoulders and in his jacket. Amara walked beside him, her spirits swirling lazily around her head.
No one spoke. The only sounds were their footsteps on the silver grass and the faint hum of the glowing leaves.
An hour passed. Then two.
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The debris appeared gradually.
