Adrius stood still while scanning the darkened forest around him. The atmosphere was thick with an unnatural energy and the shadows seeming to shift as if alive. He know that something was very wrong here.
His heart pounded in his chest as fear creeping up his spine. He had never felt anything like this in years. Despite his decades of experience the unease gnawed at him, a primal instinct warning him of the danger that had yet to come.
For a moment there was only silence. Then the soft rustle of leaves broke the stillness. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the direction of the sound. From the shadows, a figure began to emerge, stepping into the dim light that filtered through the dense canopy above.
The man wore a robe of deep crimson like the color of fresh blood. Its fabric shimmering slightly in the low light as if the blood that made his robe is moving.