Chapter 95 The Revelation

• As Zyra continued to walk deeper into the woods, the feeling of being watched grew stronger. She was hyper-aware of every sound, every movement around her. The forest, usually a sanctuary, felt different today—more alive, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed forward, her senses on high alert.
• Just as she was about to call out again, a soft rustle came from behind her. Instinctively, Zyra turned around, but before she could react, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She flinched and took a quick step back, raising her hands defensively, ready to summon her powers. Her eyes widened as she took in the figure before her—the same person she had encountered before, shrouded in a robe with a hood pulled low over their face.
• The figure stood there, head bowed, hands clasped in front of them. Despite the concealed features, there was an aura of calmness about them. The figure’s posture was respectful, almost deferential. The tension in the air was thick, and Zyra's pulse quickened as she waited for the stranger to speak.