God's Tree-Chapter 53: Whispers in the Dark

The embers of their campfire smoldered in the morning light, sending thin wisps of smoke curling into the sky.

Argolaith stretched, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted his gear.

His wounds had mostly healed thanks to the elixirs and their well-prepared meal, but a dull ache still lingered in his muscles, a reminder of their fight against the lich.

Kaelred groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I don’t think I’ll ever get used to waking up in this cursed forest."

Argolaith smirked, fastening his sword belt. "Better get used to it. We still have a long way to go."

Kaelred yawned and stood, brushing dirt from his cloak. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s just hope today doesn’t involve any more undead sorcerers."

Despite the jest, there was a tension in the air—unspoken, but present. The lich was still out there, watching. Neither of them said it aloud, but they both knew it.

They kicked dirt over the dying fire, ensuring no trace of their camp remained, and resumed their journey.

The Forsaken Forest was an ever-shifting labyrinth of twisted trees and thick underbrush.

The deeper they ventured, the more unnatural the air became. The silence was unsettling; even the usual rustling of small creatures was absent.

"This place is wrong," Kaelred muttered, scanning the surroundings. "It’s like the forest itself is watching us."

Argolaith nodded, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. "Stay sharp. If something is out there, we’ll deal with it."

As they walked, they came across a massive fallen tree, its roots gnarled and stretching like skeletal fingers. Bright blue mushrooms pulsed faintly in the dim light, growing along the trunk in clustered patches.

Argolaith knelt down, inspecting them closely. "Mana mushrooms."

Kaelred raised an eyebrow. "Those are rare, right?"

Argolaith nodded. "Extremely. They can be used in alchemy to enhance magical properties, but they’re also an incredible source of energy when consumed raw." He plucked a few, storing them in his ring.

Kaelred grabbed one, examining it skeptically before popping it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, then frowned. "Tastes like… burnt wood."

Argolaith chuckled. "Not everything that’s good for you tastes good."

As they continued forward, they encountered more signs of the forest’s mysteries.

Ancient carvings adorned some of the trees, their symbols worn by time. Some glowed faintly when touched, but neither of them could decipher their meaning.

And then they saw it.

Beyond the thick foliage, half-hidden beneath vines and centuries of overgrowth, stood the remnants of an ancient city.

Tall, elegant structures, their stonework intricately carved with spiraling runes, stretched toward the sky.

Towering archways still stood, though many had crumbled. Moss and luminescent flowers bloomed between the cracks, casting an eerie but beautiful glow over the ruins.

Kaelred let out a low whistle. "I think we just hit the jackpot."

Argolaith exhaled slowly. "An ancient Elven city… untouched for who knows how long."

They stepped forward cautiously, their boots crunching over the broken cobblestone streets.

Though the city was silent, there was an undeniable energy in the air—a presence lingering in the remnants of the past.

Argolaith approached a massive stone tablet, its inscriptions barely legible beneath the moss.

He ran his fingers over the etchings, recognizing familiar patterns. "These are records. Maybe about the city, maybe something more."

Kaelred crossed his arms. "Can you read them?"

Argolaith shook his head. "Not yet. But I’m taking them." He carefully stored the tablet in his storage ring, knowing that one day, they might be able to decipher its meaning.

They continued exploring, venturing deeper into the ruins. They found remnants of what may have once been homes, communal halls, and towering spires that hinted at lost magic.

And then, they found the armory.

The massive stone doors had long since fallen, revealing racks of weapons untouched by time.

Each weapon was inscribed with runes, faint auras clinging to them like whispers of forgotten power.

Kaelred ran a hand over one of the swords, his fingers tingling at the contact. "They’re still holding magic."

Argolaith picked up a spear, inspecting the runes etched into the blade. "They were crafted with an understanding of magic far beyond anything we’ve seen."

Kaelred smirked. "I’m guessing we’re taking these, too?"

Argolaith grinned. "Of course."

They stored as many weapons as they could carry in Argolaith’s storage ring, careful to note the different auras emanating from each.

Though they didn’t know their full potential yet, they knew they had stumbled upon something truly valuable.

As they stepped out of the armory, Kaelred glanced back at the ruined city. "It’s kind of sad, isn’t it?"

Argolaith nodded. "A civilization lost to time. And yet, their knowledge still lingers."

Kaelred sighed. "Makes you wonder what happened to them."

Argolaith didn’t answer. Instead, he looked toward the horizon, where the forest stretched endlessly.

They had taken what they could, but the ruins still held secrets—ones they might never uncover.

And just as they were about to leave, something in the trees stirred.

A shadow flickered.

A presence.

Argolaith and Kaelred tensed immediately, hands on their weapons.

And then, from the darkness, the lich stepped forward.

His skeletal frame was barely visible beneath the tattered cloak, and his glowing violet eyes studied them with unsettling curiosity.

"You move quickly," he murmured. "Fascinating."

Argolaith narrowed his eyes. "What do you want now?"

The lich tilted his head. "You have found something valuable."

Kaelred scoffed. "And you’re here to take it?"

The lich chuckled. "If I wanted to take it, I would have already."

Argolaith clenched his jaw. "Then why are you here?"

The undead sorcerer folded his arms, his expression unreadable. "Because you interest me."

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Kaelred exchanged a wary glance with Argolaith.

"You tried to kill us."

The lich nodded. "And you survived."

Silence stretched between them, the air thick with tension.

Finally, the lich sighed. "You have potential. Wasting it would be… unfortunate."

Argolaith frowned. "What are you saying?"

The lich’s skeletal grin widened. "I will be watching."

And then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he stepped back into the shadows, vanishing into the darkness of the forest.

Kaelred exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I hate that guy."

Argolaith nodded. "Yeah. But he’s not done with us yet."

They turned their backs on the ruins and continued deeper into the Forsaken Forest, their journey far from over.

The lich was still watching.

And their greatest challenges were still ahead.

The ruins of the ancient Elven city disappeared behind them, swallowed by the dense trees of the Forsaken Forest.

Though they had left the remnants of lost civilization behind, Argolaith and Kaelred carried its secrets with them—mystical texts they couldn’t yet decipher.

Rune-inscribed weapons with unknown abilities, and the weight of questions that had no answers.

They traveled in silence for a time, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the distant call of unseen creatures. The presence of the lich still lingered in their minds, his words haunting them.

"You have potential. Wasting it would be… unfortunate."

Kaelred finally broke the silence. "You think he’s just toying with us?"

Argolaith exhaled sharply, adjusting the straps of his satchel. "I don’t know. He could have attacked again, but he didn’t. He just… watched."

Kaelred shook his head. "That’s worse, somehow. I’d rather he just try to kill us again instead of stalking us like some ghost."

Argolaith chuckled. "He is a ghost. Sort of."

Kaelred groaned. "You know what I mean."

The humor in Argolaith’s eyes faded slightly as he looked ahead into the forest. "I don’t think he’s done with us. Whatever he’s planning, he’s patient."

Kaelred’s hand rested on his sword hilt. "Then we stay ready."

The air between them remained heavy as they walked deeper into the forest. The terrain became more treacherous, the roots of ancient trees rising like twisted veins from the earth.

The temperature dropped slightly, and a faint mist curled around the base of the trees, clinging to the ground like a living thing.

"We should set up camp soon," Argolaith said, glancing up at the darkening sky.

Kaelred nodded. "Somewhere defensible. I don’t trust this place."

They scouted the area, eventually finding a shallow cave nestled between two massive boulders.

The entrance was narrow but just wide enough for them to squeeze through, making it easy to defend if necessary.

Kaelred dropped his satchel, stretching. "Alright, let’s eat. I need something good after today."

Argolaith grinned, already retrieving supplies from his storage ring. "You’re in luck. I’m making something different tonight."

Kaelred raised an eyebrow. "No stew?"

Argolaith smirked. "No stew."

He pulled out several freshly harvested magical herbs, along with slabs of primordial beast meat from the guardian they had slain.

He also retrieved a bundle of bright purple stalks—Duskroot, a plant known for its energy-boosting properties.

Kaelred eyed it. "That stuff’s strong, isn’t it?"

Argolaith nodded. "If we’re eating this, we won’t be needing sleep for a while."

Kaelred groaned. "Great. More walking."

Argolaith ignored him, focusing on preparing the meal. He crushed the Duskroot into a paste, mixing it with the fat from a previous kill to create a glaze.

He then sliced the primordial beast meat into thin strips and coated them in the mixture before setting them on a heated stone slab over the fire.

The aroma was immediate—rich, slightly sweet, with a smoky undertone. The scent carried into the night, mingling with the fresh scent of the forest.

Kaelred leaned back against the cave wall, watching as the meat sizzled. "You know, for a swordsman, you’d make a damn good chef."

Argolaith chuckled. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

As the food cooked, they took turns tending to their weapons. Argolaith ran a sharpening stone along his blade, inspecting the wear from their battles.

Kaelred, meanwhile, examined the rune-inscribed weapons they had collected.

"These things still feel weird," he muttered. "Like they’re waiting for something."

Argolaith nodded. "We’ll figure it out eventually."

They continued their work in silence until the food was done. Argolaith passed Kaelred a slab of the cooked meat, watching as he took the first bite.

Kaelred chewed thoughtfully, then grinned. "Alright. This might be the best thing you’ve made yet."

Argolaith took a bite himself, nodding in satisfaction. The energy from the Duskroot settled in his muscles like a slow-burning fire, invigorating but not overwhelming.

They ate in silence, their exhaustion easing with each bite. The warmth of the fire flickered against the cave walls, casting long shadows that danced with the night.

And then, they felt it, A shift in the air. A presence.