I cautiously move through the dense forest, my steps carefully calculated to avoid snapping twigs and rustling leaves. The air is heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the whispering wind and the occasional hoot of an owl. A shiver runs down my spine as an ominous feeling settles over me. I've felt this before — a haunting sense of foreboding that refuses to release its grip.
I don’t feel surprised. It is only natural for me to be creeped out by this forest in Ebonvale. Hunters crawl these forests looking for signs of creatures like me—especially tonight as a full moon graces the sky.
From where I stand, the academy appears to be a tiny house rather than its true enormous size.
As I walk deeper into the heart of the woods, the full moon peeks through a veil of clouds, casting a pa
