* Scott's POV*

I stepped cautiously through the dense, foreboding forest, each step echoing eerily through the stillness. The twisted branches above me seemed to reach out like gnarled claws, casting sinister shadows on the ground. I could sense an inexplicable dread enveloping me as I delved deeper into this death realm.

Finally, I decided to take a momentary rest. My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced around, searching for a suitable spot to conceal the ceremonial knife. Soon Storm will find out about the true essence of this weapon and use it against me, and I was not about to let that happen. It's been five days...