Darion finally pulled his attention away from the undead bird. He unsummoned it quickly, the small creature dissolving into a faint green glow that faded into the darkness.
His vision snapped back to his own body in the forest, and for a moment, his senses readjusted to the change. The darkness of the forest returned, thick and heavy around him. He could hear the leaves moving in the gentle breeze and the distant sounds of Vrethka again, the clatter of armor, the murmur of voices, the occasional creak of wagon wheels.
Seren immediately looked at him. She had been waiting patiently, her bow resting across her lap, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. "What did you see?"
Darion took a breath, organizing his thoughts. "A lot. The settlement is bigger than I expected. More organized. They're preparing for something serious."
Seren waited.
