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With that, Sylvian turned and began to navigate the mystical glade once more, determined to find the maid and bring her before Roberick, hoping that her words would shed light on Cynthia's perilous journey into the heart of the jungle.

Sylvian's search through the enigmatic glade was a meticulous one. The ethereal mists seemed to shift and play tricks on his senses, adding to the mystique of the place. Every step he took was a careful one, as if the very ground beneath him held secrets.

As he ventured deeper into the jungle, the canopy of ancient trees grew thicker, casting long shadows that danced eerily in the diffused light. Sylvian's keen eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of the maid who had accompanied Cynthia.

After what felt like hours, Sylvian's diligence paid off. He spotted a faint trail of crushed leaves and broken branches, evidence of recent passage. Following the trail, he soon came upon a small clearing where the maid was seated on a mossy rock, lookin