The Blackwood Forest was as foreboding as the legends had described. The dense canopy of trees blocked out much of the sunlight, casting the forest floor into perpetual twilight. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves, and the constant rustle of unseen creatures made every step feel like an intrusion into an ancient, living entity.
Elara, Morgana, Cedric, Lyra, and their party of trusted warriors moved cautiously through the forest. Each member of the team was alert, eyes scanning their surroundings and ears attuned to every sound. The deeper they ventured, the more oppressive the forest seemed, as if the trees themselves were closing in on them.
Cedric led the way, his senses sharpened by years of experience. "Stay close and watch for any signs of traps or ambushes. This forest is known for its dangers, and we must remain vigilant."