The forest stretched endlessly before them, ancient trees rising like sentries guarding secrets buried beneath centuries of growth. Raze led the way through undergrowth that grew increasingly wild as they moved deeper into territory that civilization had long since abandoned to nature's reclamation.
They'd been searching for three hours now, following landmarks Raze had studied from old maps and adventurer records he'd claimed to have consulted. A distinctive rock formation here, a particular arrangement of three massive oak trees there, a stream that bent at a specific angle before continuing eastward.
"Are you certain the dungeon is in this region?" Mariabel asked, her tone remaining patient despite the extended search. "We've covered considerable ground without finding anything resembling an entrance."
