The forest was quiet, unnaturally so. Not even the rustling of leaves or chirping of birds broke the silence as Coris stepped through the winding path that led to the Stone Arch—a crumbling, ancient ruin hidden deep within the Valley of Ghosts. Dressed in a dark, militaristic cloak, her crimson eyes gleamed with anticipation. Her stride was calm, yet each step felt like it carried the weight of consequence.
A figure emerged from the mist beneath the Arch. Tall and cloaked in jet-black robes with a hood that concealed most of his face, he stood with a stillness that unnerved even Coris. A chill ran down her spine, but she forced herself to stay composed.
"You're late."he said coldly.
The cloaked figure raised his head slightly. "Time is a commodity we possess in abundance, General Coris."
Coris frowned. "Sorry for that.Do you have it?"
