Chapter 239 Into The Blackwood

• The Blackwood Forest loomed ahead, its dark canopy casting a deep shadow over the path that led into its depths. Ariella, Kael, and their companions stood at the edge of the forest, gazing at the twisted trees that seemed to writhe like living creatures. There was an ominous stillness in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. The scent of damp earth and decay hung heavy around them.
• “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Kael muttered, his gaze narrowing as he studied the path ahead. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, as though prepared for any danger that might spring from the forest’s depths.
• Ariella nodded, her resolve firm despite the fear gnawing at her gut. She had faced many challenges in her life—magical beasts, powerful sorcerers, and ancient curses—but nothing quite like the Blackwood. This place was different. The very air seemed thick with malevolent magic, and she could feel the weight of centuries of darkness pressing down on her.