Andrei’s POV
The Thornwood was just as dark as I remembered.
Tall trees with twisting branches curled up overhead, creating a dense canopy too thick to see the sun through. A heavy mist hung just above the forest floor, the air so cool and thick that it dampened all sound.
Each turn in the path seemed to lead us in circles, even as we followed the path we’d carefully set ourselves on. The warriors hardly dared to speak. Every faint sound, every rustle of decaying leaves, felt like a death sentence.
But on we trudged.
We had to ditch the cars a long time ago, when the forest became too thick to drive through. No axe could cut through these thick, thorny vines. All we could do was slowly work our way through the dead forest, hoping that we would reach our destination before the ground
