Amon continued walking deeper into the forest. With every step, the air grew heavier. It was becoming colder.
The faint freshness he had felt earlier slowly disappeared. In its place came something suffocating. Something unnatural.
The wind had stopped. There was nothing here. No crow was visible here.
The silence was absolute. For some reason, it felt too quiet.
Step.
Step.
The sound of his own boots pressing against the soil felt too loud in his ears. His heartbeat began to quicken.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
'It's too silent. Not even the rustling of leaves.'
The deeper he went, the more uneasy he felt. A strange pressure crept over his shoulders, like invisible eyes were watching him from every direction.
'I should turn back…' a voice inside him whispered.
But another voice pushed him forward.
'Just a little more. I need to know.'
For some reason, he truly wanted to know what was ahead. What had made those crows turn back in fear.
