Path of Saints
They went in.
Slowly, they moved into the orchid, deeper into the trees.
The bark of the trees that surrounded them was black, cracked and would definitely fall apart with just a punch.
As they walked across this place, the sound of dried leaves and twigs getting crushed by their footsteps was the only sound that came in the orchid.
There was no critters making any sounds, no beasts that came near them even though they were in this dangerous lair, in the middle of enemy terrain.
Everyone was on edge, their swords out, and making sure that they would be prepared for any attack that would come at any time.
As they walked, Jake felt the time passing. It was a pressing matter for him. The more time that passed, the more enemies that would gather in this place.