Days had passed, and the blizzard that trapped Berengar, Honoria, and their young child vanished. Because of this, the trio and the soldiers that protected them made their way closer to the target of their covert operation. Immediately upon entering the borders that surrounded the dense woods, Berengar felt the presence of the supernatural.
At first glance, this wooded area was nothing special. It was a small forest of pine trees covered in snow. However, there was something eery about it which caused Berengar to feel unsettled in his gut. He knew he had found the right place. Thus, he quickly voiced his concerns to the men beneath his command.
"Keep yours heads on a swivel boys, we do not know what is in these woods..."
