Enyd sighed. Yes, she had come out to the middle of nowhere in search of magic, but she half-expected not to find any. This kind of thing wasn’t magical…it seemed dark and ancient, and now that she had found it, she had no choice but to follow, even though she was having second thoughts about the whole situation. 

As she ventured further into the woods, the atmosphere grew stranger with every step. The trees seemed to shift and bend as though watching her progress. Her flashlight flickered again; this time, it died utterly, plunging her into the half-light of twilight. She could hear something now—faint, almost imperceptible at first. Whispers. Soft and distant, like voices carried on the wind, barely brushing her ears before vanishing into the rustling leaves.

Enyd stopped, her eyes darting around. "Who's there?"

The whispering grew louder, but no one appeared. Enyd strained her ears, trying to make out the words, but they were elusive as if they were being spoken just on the edge of understanding. Her skin prickled, and she had the distinct feeling that she was being watched—not by one, but by many. There was a presence here, something unseen, something old and unsettling. The Moore Ghosts. The legends she had heard whispered in town suddenly felt all too real.

The forest seemed to breathe, the branches creaking and groaning like the trees were alive. Enyd's heart raced, but Voifi continued ahead, unfazed by the growing tension in the air. The cat-like creature glanced back at her, its eyes gleaming as if to say, Don't stop now.

Enyd pressed on, the whispers growing louder and louder. Enyd was so confused she could no longer pinpoint the exact direction from which they came, and her nerves began to fray. She swore she saw figures—faint, transparent shapes—moving among the trees, but they vanished whenever she turned to look, leaving only the shadows behind.

Voifi led her through a narrow path, where the undergrowth grew thicker, the trees more twisted. She ducked under branches, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was colder here, and the whispers seemed to converge around her.