HQP-19 [2]
The fog thickened as both Isolde and Anastasia ventured from the camp. Other Junior Instructors and Brynn are surveilling other areas.
An Elf scout of Official Aredhel led them with silent and practised ease.
Isolde's eyes scanned the ancient forest, tracing the massive gnarled trunks of trees she had no name for.
Some of the barks glowed like polished obsidian, while the others were covered in thick, phosphorescent moss that pulsed with the green light.
Vines that were thicker than human arms hung like serpents around the branches. The air has a dense, pungent smell of damp, decaying earth.
Their guide, who introduced himself as an assistant researcher, pointed out landmarks in a low and scholarly tone.
"That grove to the east is known to house a colony of Silverfang Mossbacks. The ravine ahead is a hunting path for a pair of Gold-rank Shadowstalker cats. They rarely come this far out. All manageable, provided your students exercise caution and teamwork."
