Silvae hesitated at the cave’s entrance, the cool air emanating from within tinged with a faint metallic tang. "This was hidden for a reason," he murmured, running his hand along the vine-covered stone. "Whatever’s inside, someone wanted to keep it secret."
Toren stiffened. "The Black Guard? You mean there are mercenaries hunting us?"
Silvae nodded grimly. "It means this place isn’t a sanctuary. It’s a mercenary stronghold."
Before they could retreat, a distant sound echoed through the cavern—the unmistakable clatter of boots ...
As they moved further, Silvae’s boot scuffed against something metallic. He crouched, brushing away dirt and moss to reveal a rusted insignia etched into the stone floor. "This symbol…" he whispered. "I’ve seen it before. It’s a mark of the Black Guard."
Silvae hesitated at the cave’s entrance, the cool air emanating from within tinged with a faint metallic tang. "This was hidden for a reason," he murmured, running his hand along the vine-covered stone. "Whatever’s inside, someone wanted to keep it secret."
The two stepped inside cautiously, their breaths shallow as their eyes adjusted to the dim light. The cave's interior was unexpectedly expansive, with jagged stalactites hanging like ancient teeth from the ceiling.
Silvae straightened, gripping the hilt of his blade. "Then we face it head-on. No more running." His tone was firm, and his eyes glimmered with determination. "If we hesitate now, they’ll find us out here anyway. At least inside, we have the element of surprise."
Toren crouched to inspect the opening, his voice low but resolute. "We don’t have many options. If the guards are tracking us, staying exposed is suicide. But going in… we could be walking straight into a trap."
As Silvae and Toren continued their journey through the rugged mountains, night began to descend, and the landscape took on an ominous tone. The jagged peaks cast long shadows, and the howling wind seemed to carry whispers of danger.
As Silvae and Toren continued their journey through the rugged mountains, night began to descend, and the landscape took on an ominous tone. The jagged peaks cast long shadows, and the howling wind seemed to carry whispers of danger.