Andrew's POV:
We moved quickly but carefully with every sense on high alert. The forest was eerily quiet, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. The only sounds that could be heard were those of our footsteps and the occasional call of a distant bird.
Suddenly, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I signaled for the group to stop and listened intently. There it was again, a faint rustling ahead. I motioned for Rowan and Gaius to stay close and moved forward slowly, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
As we approached, the rustling grew louder. We crouched behind a thick bush, peering through the leaves. In a small clearing, we saw a figure moving around—a witch. She was gathering herbs and muttering incantations under her breath.
Rowan’s grip on his weap
