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You pause for a moment, catching your breath, your fingers brushing against the rough surface of the stone in front of you. The air is thin here, and every step feels heavier than the last. Behind you, Alka is muttering something under his breath, probably cursing the steep slope and the loose gravel that keeps slipping under his feet. Elmar is silent, as usual, but you can hear his steady breathing, calm and focused. Vyanta, though, is fidgeting, his impatience practically radiating off him. You can almost feel his eyes darting around, looking for a way up that doesn’t involve backtracking.

The sun is already dipping lower, casting long shadows across the rocks. The thought of turning back, of spending another night in the Forest’s edge, makes your stomach twist. You glance up at the pass again, squinting against the glare. It’s so close, but the path you’ve been following just… ends. There’s no way up from here, not unless you want to risk climbing straight up the jagged cliff face. And even you’re not that reckless.

“Gler,” Alka calls out, his voice tight with frustration. “We’re not going to make it before dark. We need to decide—now.”

You grit your teeth, your hand instinctively going to the strap of your satchel. The weight of the water, the fruit, and the smoked elmanka feels heavier than ever. You can almost taste the smoky meat, the way it would feel to finally sit down and share it with the others, the fire crackling nearby. But not here. Not on this gods-forsaken slope.

“Wait,” you say, your voice low but firm. You step closer to the rock face, running your fingers along the cracks and crevices. There’s something… a faint draft, maybe? Or just your imagination. But no, there’s definitely something. A narrow gap, just wide enough to squeeze through. You turn back to the others, a grin spreading across your face.

“There’s a way,” you say, nodding toward the gap. “It’s tight, but it might lead us around this mess.”

Alka groans, but Elmar is already moving forward, his sharp eyes scanning the opening. “Could work,” he says simply. Vyanta, of course, is already pushing past you, eager to be the first to try.

You take a deep breath, adjusting your satchel, and step into the gap. The cool, damp air brushes against your skin as you squeeze through, the rock pressing in on either side. It’s dark, but not completely—there’s a faint light ahead, just enough to guide you. Behind you, you can hear the others following, their breathing echoing in the narrow space.

And then, suddenly, the walls open up, and you’re standing on a flat, smooth ledge. The pass is right there, just a short climb away. You let out a laugh, relief flooding through you. “Told you,” you say, turning back to the others as they emerge one by one.

Alka rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face. Elmar just nods, already scanning the path ahead. Vyanta, of course, is already scrambling up the next slope, his energy seemingly endless.

You take a moment to look out over the landscape, the Forest stretching out below like a green sea. The sun is setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. For a moment, you let yourself just breathe, feeling the cool wind on your face.

“Come on,” you say, turning back to the others. “Let’s get to the pass before it’s completely dark.”

And with that, you’re moving again, the weight of the satchel feeling just a little lighter.