The eastern pathway stretched before them, shadows deepening as the tree above blocked what little light filtered through.
Amiya led them forward, the map clutched against her chest like a shield. Her curly black hair bounced with each hurried step, determination replacing the trembling that had plagued her earlier.
The sounds of distant battle grew louder, with Reinhard hearing the deep booms that shook the ground beneath their feet. But the sight that made his eyes widen in shock was flashes of light that painted the sky in intervals.
Crimson light covered the north, Black-white covered the sky above them, and golden-blue covered the south. The three-pronged assault raged on, drawing the forest's fury away from their position.
Trees thinned ahead with the pathway opened slightly before narrowing again.
