The group slowly moved along the shoreline, pebbles crunching underfoot.Tristan led the way with one hand resting on his sword hilt, his eyes sharp as he scanned the surrounding vegetation. After their encounter with the carnivorous plants, everyone remained on high alert. They didn't dare make a sound, fearing they might disturb whatever dangers lurked on the island.Milton walked beside Tristan, carrying a branch to push aside the tangled vines. His weathered fingers brushed the vine surface as he watched for danger. "Your Highness, the vegetation is getting denser here, and something feels wrong. Besides the usual plant scents in the air, there's also an underlying chill," he said in a low voice."What do you think it means?" Tristan asked quietly."I can't say for sure," Milton replied, shaking his head. "But everything on this island seems unnatural. While ordinary islands like this often have rare treasures, they shouldn't be dangerous at every turn. "We should leave t
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