On the main road, the convoy made its way back to the Aisman Kingdom, the carriages slowly progressing through the dense forest. At the front of the convoy, Commander Gareth led the way, flanked by Sir Leon, Kristoff, and the rest of the elite knights. Among them was Raven, riding Thundercalw, the formidable monster beast she had tamed, its powerful presence almost palpable in the air.
The convoy moved at a steady pace, each member deep in their thoughts, until Commander Gareth suddenly brought his horse to a halt.
"…"
The rest of the group noticed immediately and followed suit, their horses coming to a stop in unison. Kristoff, ever observant, was the first to speak up, his voice cutting through the silence.
"Commander, is something wrong?"
Gareth remained silent for a moment, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding forest. There was an odd stillness in the air, an unnatural quiet that set his senses on edge.
