When Isiah finally made his way back to the forest where he had left his companions earlier that morning, the moons hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. The forest, once shrouded in the soft light of day, had transformed into an enigmatic realm where shadows danced and secrets whispered.
The passage of time had shifted their location, and Isiah could sense that they had moved deeper into the woods.
Eijar's energy acted as his guide in the darkness. It led him through the labyrinthine underbrush, past towering trees that seemed to reach for the heavens, and over babbling brooks whose murmurs were the lullaby of the night.
With each step, Isiah drew nearer to his group, unable to help wondering what had transpired in his absence.
Hours later, he reached them.
