The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the camp. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, and the sounds of the forest seemed muffled by the quiet tension that lingered in the air. Lan Yi sat near the edge of the clearing, his back against a tree as he watched Ruo Chen and Mei Lin discuss their next move.
The night had been uneventful, but Lan Yi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. His senses were heightened, but the overwhelming quiet of the night made everything feel like a trap waiting to spring.
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