As the last rays of sunshine dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Arthur and Ilya emerged from the dungeon, their hearts still racing from the adrenaline of their recent battles. The forest surrounding them was lush and vibrant, the scent of pine filling the air as they walked along a well-trodden path.
"Let's find a good spot to set up camp for the night," Arthur suggested, casting a glance around. "We need to rest and recharge before heading to the last dungeon."
"Good idea," Ilya replied, scanning the area. "I think I see a clearing near that stream up ahead. It'll be perfect for cooking and setting up our tents."
