Cassian had been in the Den of Fairies for some time now, moving cautiously through the dense forest. His green-hued sword rested firmly in his grip, the faint glow of its blade blending with the natural hues of the towering trees around him. Each step he took was slow and deliberate, his eyes scanning the environment with sharp focus.
The sheer size of the trees was unnerving—each one so massive that even creatures twice the size of an average human could hide comfortably behind them. The thought made his muscles tense. An attack could come from anywhere, and Cassian knew better than to let his guard down.
His domain hovered faintly around his body, an invisible aura of readiness. Though he couldn't sustain it in a fully consolidated form for long, his control had improved significantly. With just a moment's notice, he could concentrate its power in a flash to react to any threat. It was a delicate balance—keeping his senses heightened without exhausting himself prematurely.
