The entrance to the Gravegrove stood ahead of them like the mouth of a beast with gnarled trees rising high, bearing twisted branches that looked more like claws than limbs.
Even in light of the day, it was dark within. The light above struggled to pierce the dense canopy of the grove.
The moment Ren, Lilith, and Thorn stepped across the invisible boundary into the grove, the air thickened. Damp, cold, and heavy, like walking into the lungs of something long dead.
"This place reeks of death." Thorn muttered, flexing his fingers as his bone arm vibrated slightly with power.
Lilith took the lead, her soul energy glowing faintly around her like a protective shroud. Even though she couldn't use it outside her body, it was more than great for protecting her body.
"Stay close." She glanced back at them. "We don't know how fast they come."
Thorn gasped theatrically, turning to Ren. "Is she worried about me?"
"You wish." Lilith muttered under her breath, paying him no mind.
