The sound of flowing water eventually faded as he walked deeper into the forest.
He didn't rush when he left. The rest had helped, barely, but enough to steady his breathing and keep the constant edge at bay.
He casually popped a suppressant into his mouth followed by a healing potion. The relief was instant.
The forest was just as gloomy despite the early morning sun glaring through the overgrown canopy.
His gaze assessed the forest the nagging feeling at the back of his mind still present.
His steps slowed.
'This forest is too quiet'
The sound of following water had eventually vanished, what was left was the chilling quiet.
'Is there no insect or bird'
His gaze scanned behind him; he couldn't shake off that feeling, even in the quiet forest.
The sense of danger never ceased.
He stepped forward but then, a snap came from behind him. He turned, arrow already drawn.
