Chapter 4 — Guardian's Vigil

Adrian Blackwood

The forest was a tapestry of shadows and whispers as Adrian Blackwood moved silently through the undergrowth, his senses alert to every rustle and murmur. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over the ancient trees that stood like sentinels around him, their branches reaching up as if to embrace the night sky. The air was thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, and the sound of leaves rustling in the soft breeze filled his ears. Each step he took was a testament to his deep connection to these woods, a bond that ran deeper than the roots beneath his feet.