The deeper they ventured into the Thornwood, the more the forest seemed to shift around them. The canopy above had grown so dense that only scattered shafts of pale light managed to penetrate through, creating an atmosphere of perpetual twilight even though the sun still hung in the afternoon sky.
The Ein Sof here was more concentrated. It wasn't quite the oppressive corruption of Malady's Garden proper, but it was close enough to make his instincts scream.
Arthur walked ahead with his hand resting casually on the pommel of his sword while Jacob followed a few paces behind and to the left, his waraxe shifting slightly on his back as he moved. Neither of them seemed particularly bothered by the atmosphere.
Sergeant Aldric brought up the rear. The Templar hadn't spoken since his warning, but Nero could feel those cold eyes on them.
