Aquila glided silently through the sky, its wings slicing through the cool night air as Damien observed the woman below. She ran desperately, weaving between trees, her breath ragged from exhaustion.
Damien's blue eyes remained locked on her as she moved, her frantic steps leaving a clear trail behind.
Over thirty minutes passed before she finally arrived at her destination.
A massive tree—easily the largest in the entire forest—stood towering before her. It was colossal, its trunk alone spanning at least fifty meters in width, its roots sprawling deep into the earth.
The upper branches stretched toward the sky like gnarled fingers, casting an eerie silhouette.
Lizella, seated in front of Damien atop Aquila, pointed at the enormous tree. "That's one of their hideouts," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Damien glanced at her. "You sure?"
