The eerie glow of the approaching blood moon tinted the whole place in a red hue, and horses galloped within the haunting expanse of the autumn forest, with Ivan leading his men deeper into the colorful woods.
Twisted branches casted an ominous shadow on the horses, and the rustle of leaves underfoot followed the direction of the caressing wind.
Ivan's crimson eyes surveyed the perimeter, his senses heightened by the impending danger that lurked within the forest vicinity. He has never ventured this deep into the forest, so the aura here was new to him – intimidating, oppressive, he could feel every toxic energy that emitted from the wind itself each time he inhaled, and without a doubt, he was sure Marius would be somewhere around here.
"We stop here."
