(Chapter 72:Mira's Pov)
The morning sun cast a golden hue over our encampment as we prepared for the journey ahead. Each of us was acutely aware of the challenges that awaited within the Enchanted Forest, a realm whispered about in tales of old, where the fae held dominion and mortals treaded with caution.
Lorenzo, ever the pragmatist, secured a leather satchel over his broad shoulders. The faint clinking of glass vials hinted at the contents within—blood packs, essential sustenance for his vampiric nature. He caught my gaze and offered a reassuring nod.
Vincenzo meticulously inspected his weaponry. His arsenal, crafted from gleaming silver, was both a testament to his craftsmanship and a necessary defense against potential adversaries. He adjusted his spectacles, deep in thought, perhaps contemplating the strategies we might employ.
