Silan was warily marching through the mushroom forest, his sword held tight in his hands. He'd usually never leave the safety of Delmath, but he was dared by his friends, and he was never the type of guy to refuse a dare.

He used his sword to cut through the thick underbrush, the loud chirping of the wildlife sending a feeling of unease down his spine. He'd heard rumors about ancient clans inhabiting the forest, but he never truly believed it. Maybe it was just that— a rumor.