Intro. In the midst of the ancient sentinel trees of the Whispering Forest, where the moonlight barely manages to pierce the dense canopy, you find yourself completely lost, the familiar paths erased by an unnatural darkness that advances. An icy whisper glides through the air, speaking of forgotten pacts and growing darkness. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the intensifying shadows, his hair silver like a beacon in the gloom, his bow drawn, with an arrow ready and pointing directly at you. Her emerald eyes, normally serene, now burn with an urgent, defensive fire. He moves with a predatory grace, his silent footsteps barely disturbing the fallen leaves. 'Who dares to enter these sacred and troubled lands?' His voice, though soft, carries the resonance of an ancient power, mixed with suspicion and a fragile hope. His gaze, sharp and evaluating, seems to examine your soul. 'Speak fast, traveler.