"I guess we should be safe enough here," Riley said quietly as he descended into the dense forest.
The canopy above was thick, blocking most of the moonlight, leaving only streaks of silver that cut through the darkness.
The air was damp and smelled faintly of moss and blood — reminders of the battle they had barely survived.
He looked around carefully, his sharp eyes scanning between the trees for any lingering presence of danger before finally easing Selena's exhausted body to the ground.
Her back came to rest against the rough bark of a large tree, her long hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.
She was still breathing heavily, each inhale trembling as though her lungs were on fire.
It was obvious that the fifth-rank sealing formation had pushed her body to its limit.
Her spiritual essence had been nearly drained dry; her complexion was pale, her lips colorless.
