227 The Gap

In the heart of the dense forest, an unsettling silence hung heavily in the air, devoid of any signs of life.

Not a single living organism stirred, and even the faintest whisper of a breeze seemed to have abandoned this eerie place.

As Fray's gaze drifted upwards, he couldn't help but notice the absence of clouds, leaving the sky an expanse of uninterrupted blue.

His eyes then settled on the sun, a mere dot against the vast emptiness, was steadily making its descent, casting long shadows through the desolate woods

With a faint glimmer from his ring, Fray conjured forth a small, pocket clock. Its delicate hands indicated the hour to be 6 o'clock. As he marveled at the clock, a voice sounded from behind him. It was Lyla, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Fray, what course of action do you suggest we take ?" Lyla's voice broke the heavy silence.