Thorgrim advanced slowly, but with determination, gradually penetrating the dense, silent forest. Behind him, Vollua gradually disappeared, swallowed up by the thick foliage and heavy fog. His heavy armor weighed heavily on his shoulders, but this was nothing compared to the crushing burden oppressing his heart.
He advanced in silence, each step taking him further away from the reassuring warmth of Vollua and back to the icy chaos he had fled. But he had no regrets. He knew it was the only way to end the suffering of his people. With a grim, resigned expression on his face, he didn't stop once, continuing on his way despite his fatigue, despite the throbbing pain in his chest.
Soon, Thorgrim reached the dark confines of the forest, the exact spot where he and Foster had fled only a few days ago. Before him, towering and menacing, stood the black, gnarled tree he knew all too well: the silent guardian of the tunnels leading to Eldorim.
