"It's almost too perfect, don't you think?" Mikhailis mused aloud, his voice carrying a hint of a chuckle.
Vyrelda, who sat across from him, raised an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, just that this is the part in the story where something always goes wrong," he replied, giving her a playful grin.
"We're out here, minding our own business, enjoying a scenic ride through a lovely forest—it's prime monster attack territory."
Cerys laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.