Chapter 8: Elation
The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and red as the campfire crackled to life. The hero sat on a log, his blue eyes scanning the dense forest that surrounded their makeshift camp, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, an unsettling niggle that had been gnawing at the back of his mind for weeks now.
Elara, Lyra, and Eilith sat around him, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames.