On the deeper part of the forest, the air was cold and heavy with tension. The faint cries of distant beasts echoed in the distance. It was there that Skitz, along with his captains and vice-captains, rode cautiously through the mist-covered woods, following the faint traces of the ominous aura they had felt earlier.
Krivex glanced around. "Isn't this the territory of that cursed Lizardmen tribe? Don't tell me some god actually descended here," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Maybe we should turn back before something bad happens."
Skitz grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. "Relax. If it's really a god, we'll just run for our lives," he said casually, though his eyes were alert. "I'll go check it out myself first. You all stay behind and keep your distance. If anything feels off, you know the signal."
The others nodded, gripping their weapons tightly.
