C41 It Was Still the Same Forest the Atmosphere Was a Bit Awkward

The forest was eerily quiet, devoid of insect chirps or bird calls. It was as if the dense woods had succumbed to death itself. Then, abruptly, a raspy voice broke the silence.

"Wind and Fire Drake of the Golden Realm, thirty-seven years old. They've been out of touch for a week."

Silence fell once more before the voice declared with certainty