The tension in the fort was suffocating. Every movement, every whispered word, seemed amplified, as if the very air around us was thick with suspicion. Nathaniel and I continued to play our roles, feigning ignorance of Elara and her co-conspirator's betrayal.
We exchanged knowing glances only when we were certain no one else was looking, our silent communication becoming second nature as we navigated the dangerous waters of deception.
Each hour, we ventured further into the wilderness, continuing our search for the rogue demons that had brought us all together. The hunters moved with precision, their training evident in the way they scouted the terrain and kept watch over one another.
But now, with the knowledge of the traitors in our midst, every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves as we pressed on, the dense forest closing in around us.