The Guardians pressed on through the dense forest, the path ahead illuminated only by the soft, eerie glow of the moon filtering through the canopy. The recent success at the ritual site had given them a boost of confidence, but the knowledge that two more sites remained cast a long shadow over their spirits. Their journey took them deeper into the heart of the forest, where the air grew colder and the dark magic more oppressive.
As dawn approached, they reached a secluded grove where they decided to make camp. The forest here was ancient and untouched, with towering trees that seemed to touch the sky. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or distant call of a bird. The Guardians set up their temporary camp, and Elara gathered the group to discuss their next steps.