The morning light filtered through the forest canopy as the group rode forward, following the path that Sylphera had marked on their maps.
Prince Edward led the way, his expression calm but serious.
Behind him were a dozen knights and adventurers, all riding slowly, eyes scanning the trees, hands never far from their weapons.
The forest was quiet, too quiet. Only the soft clopping of hooves and the distant rustle of leaves filled the air.
"What do you think we'll find?" a young adventurer whispered to another.
"I heard it might be a dungeon break," another replied. "Maybe a boss escaped..."
That idea spread fast. Worried voices echoed among the group.
"If it's really a boss, shouldn't they have sent a Sacred Warrior?"
The tension grew until Edward spoke, his voice firm and clear.
