The Veilwood’s silver leaves rustled faintly as the group moved cautiously. “Anyone else feel like we’re being watched?” Pryce whispered, his emerald-green fingers twitching near his dagger. “Always the optimist,” Elisai said dryly, his golden aura glowing softly. “Maybe it’s just the trees judging you.” “Or something worse,” Darryl added, not looking back as his dark eyes scanned the path ahead. “Relax,” Jamaal boomed, his deep voice steady. “We’ve got Lexi.”
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