Kael
The next morning, Nathaniel and I broke camp early, eager to follow the trail of rogue demons deeper into the wilderness. The forest around us was dense, the underbrush thick and tangled, making our progress slow and arduous.
The signs of rogue demon activity became more frequent and disturbing. Broken branches, scorched earth, and the occasional claw mark on trees told a grim story.
We came across the remnants of a demon fight, a clearing littered with torn earth and the remnants of dark, sticky blood. It was a sobering sight, a reminder of the danger we faced. Nathaniel knelt to examine the ground, his expression serious.
"This looks recent," he said, glancing up at me. "They're getting bolder."
I nodded, feeling a knot of worry tighten in my stomach. "We need to be careful. They could be anywhere."