Chapter 270 The Vision

• The journey to the Forest of Whispers was a stark contrast to the frozen tundra they had just left. As the snow gave way to verdant greenery, the air grew warmer, carrying with it the scent of moss and wildflowers. But the tranquility of the forest was deceptive; stories of its dangers were whispered in taverns and royal courts alike.
• This ancient woodland was said to be alive, its magic sentient and unpredictable. Travelers often spoke of voices in the wind, illusions that led wanderers astray, and shadows that moved without a source.
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