As usual, hours blurred into one another as noon swiftly approached, the sun climbing to its zenith in the sky. Its burning rays seared down upon the forest, yet the heat seemed to have no effect on the group on the escort mission. Not a drop of sweat marred their skin, no fatigue weighed upon their bodies, and their movements remained fluid and composed, as though the sun itself were powerless against their endurance.
Suddenly, a high-pitched screech shattered the ambient tranquility, a sound that rolled across the air in thunderous waves. Shadows cascaded downward from above, eclipsing the sun, blotting out the warmth and light. The entire forest seemed to dim as the darkness of the descending shapes spread over the earth.
Every eye immediately narrowed as a wave of malice radiated through the air. The group did not need to be told what it was, Emovira.
