While pulling his horse forward, Raizel mumbled, "This is hopeless." His voice was rough from being so tired. The thick leaves of the trees blocked out any view of the sky, making them look like silent watchers. "Are we sure we're going the right way?" Alessia said, "We don't," with her jaw clenched. She gripped the reins even tighter, and the effort made her knuckles white. "I'm to blame for our loss. We're in this situation because I put my trust in Mimic." Sirena gave her a quick look, her forehead wet with sweat. "Alessia, don't blame yourself right now. Our main goal should be to escape alive." Even though Alessia didn't say anything, her silence said a lot. She kept replaying over and over in her mind the warnings from her uncle and even Goddess Nova. Their words kept reminding her of her biggest flaw: she trusted others too quickly. It had cost them a lot, and now that they were weaker, the weight of her mistake crushed her spirit. The forest did not seem to end. There did
"Don't let go of me!" Sirena's voice was stern, with panic seeping through every syllable as she strained against the quicksand that was drawing her down. Her fingers pressed into Alessia's forearms, leaving her knuckles white. "I won't!" Alessia cried back, tightening her grasp on Sirena's wrist. Her heart raced as she braced her feet against the shaky ground, attempting to pull Sirena free. But the more she tugged, the deeper Sirena sank, with her legs totally immersed. "Raizel!" Alessia shouted, her voice cracking. "Do something! I'm trying!" Raizel snapped, his hands lit up with the brilliant green of his terra luminous. The ground shook beneath his boots as he focused his strength on the quicksand, hoping to solidify it into solid soil. However, every time the light touched the moving sand, it returned to its unstable state. "Why isn't it working?" Raizel hissed in rage, his hands clenched. He tried again, his face pinched with concentration, but the quicksand remained unc
"Sirena, are you alright?" Alessia's voice resonated across the cavern as she grasped the Blade of Lumina tightly, imploring Sirena once more, the blade's faint glimmer the only illumination in the darkness. "I'm fine," Sirena answered, her voice quivering slightly. "But, where are we? And where is Raizel?" Alessia studied their surroundings, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to make sense of the immense cavern they had arrived in. The rocky walls were sharp, and water dripped from the roof and pooled on the uneven floor. Shadows flickered across the stone as Alessia shifted the light from her glowing blade. "I don't know," Alessia mumbled, clenching her jaw. "But we are alone. Raizel did not fall with us." Sirena shivered, tightening her robe around herself. "I do not like this, Alessia. There is something here." A loud, guttural growl resonated through the shadows, sending shivers down both women's spines. Alessia strengthened her grasp on her blade, and the light brighten
"Alessia! Wake up! You cannot give up now!" Sirena's words cut through the tiredness that had clouded Alessia's consciousness. Alessia's eyelids fluttered open and her body screamed in outrage. Her hands trembled, clutching the Blade of Lumina tightly. She forced herself to stand, despite her body feeling like lead and her knees shaking, as she confronted the Chimeran Trivaltus once more. "You're insane!" Sirena yelled, her voice tinged with panic and wrath, as Alessia pushed forward. "You're going to get yourself killed!" Alessia did not respond. She couldn't afford to waste words explaining her decision. This wasn't just about surviving the Forest of Nyssor; it was about demonstrating to herself that she wasn't weak anymore, that she wasn't the Alessia who cowered in fear. With an aggressive roar, the Trivaltus lashed out with its tiger head, exposing its huge fangs. Alessia avoided narrowly and rolled to the side. As she regained her footing, the lion head, the creature's co
"This place is incredible," Sirena said, reclining back on the soft grass of the meadow. Her aqua-blue eyes reflected the sun's waning light as it set behind the golden-leaved trees. "It feels like we've stepped into a dream." Alessia sat nearby, her back against the trunk of a tree that glowed dimly in the twilight. Her fingers carelessly touched the grass, its cool, silky texture grounding her amidst her racing thoughts. Raizel lay out on the ground, hands behind his head, seeming calmer than Alessia had ever seen him. "Dream or not, I'm just glad we're not fighting for our lives anymore." He looked at Alessia with a taunting grin on his face. "Though I have to say, Alessia, you really have a knack for charging headfirst into danger." Alessia smirked but did not answer. Instead, her gaze shifted to the Pathweaver, who was sitting on a tiny rock beside the stream. The creature's iridescent glow appeared to brighten as the darkness deepened, throwing an ethereal light across the
"This is it," Alessia whispered softly, standing in front of the Pathweaver, which was shimmering faintly in the meadow's dawn light. Raizel and Sirena stood a few feet behind her, silent yet alert. "I suppose this is goodbye." The Pathweaver turned its head, its iridescent appearance changing like sunshine over water. "Goodbyes are just pauses in the flow of life, Alessia. We may meet again, but perhaps not in the way you think." Alessia smiled slightly. "I still want to thank you. Thank you for guiding us, for your knowledge, and for... everything. I'm not sure how to convey it correctly, but I'm glad." The pathweaver's glowing eyes softened. "Gratitude is a unique and beautiful gift that requires no embellishments. I accept it, Alessia." Curiosity flared in her sight. "I wish I could call you by a name, but... you don't have one, do you?" Alessia asked. "No," the Pathweaver answered kindly. "We, the Guardians of Luminary, do not have names. Our identities are based on ou
Raizel muttered, "Keep your head down, Alessia," as their horses slowed at the grand iron gates of Arcas. His tone was firm but soft, just enough for her to hear over the clamor of the busy entrance. "Remember, you're Sia Larkstone here." "I know," Alessia said, her voice firm despite the unease building inside her. She adjusted her cloak, the cloth brushing across her face, as if to provide comfort. Sirena said from her side, "And don't react to anything you see. The city thrives on fear and power. We know how reckless you are. Openly expressing compassion could endanger us all." The guards at the gate were equally terrifying as Sirena's warning. They wore black armor with elaborate crimson patterns and featured a snarling wolf carved in silver, something Alessia had never seen before. Their piercing eyes searched the crowd as they approached. "State your names and purpose," yelled one of the soldiers, his penetrating eyes lingering on Alessia for a moment too long. Raizel too
"Did you even sleep last night, Sia?" Raizel's loud tone interrupted the morning silence, his gaze locked on Alessia's exhausted, disoriented face. Alessia blinked, trying to focus. "I... tried," she muttered. She clenched the edge of the table in their little room at The Dusty Oasis inn, her knuckles white. Sirena, who sat next to her, sighed heavily. "She didn't. She was restless throughout the night, and I can attest that it is not an easy task to sleep next to someone who is as restless as a puppy." Raizel crossed his arms. "You're worried about them, aren't you?" Alessia did not need to ask who he was referring to. The unsettling pictures of imprisoned Chimeralys she'd seen the day before returned to her mind—half-human, half-creature beings tied in chains, caged, or dragged across the marketplace like commodities. Their desperate eyes and broken spirits had gnawed at her heart all night. "How can I not be?" Alessia muttered, her voice shaking. "They are hurting. Animal-l
"Move carefully, Alessia," Sirena said quietly, her voice cutting with a mix of anxiety and desperation. Alessia's eyelids blinked open, her vision clouded. The first sensation she had was anguish, a dull, throbbing ache that swept throughout her body. She attempted to stretch, but the movement caused additional anguish in her arms and legs, and she winced. The sight of her wrists shackled with harsh ropes biting into her skin nearly stopped her heart. A small rustling sound beside her caused her to turn. Silena was beside her and aquamarine hair was tangled, her face pallid, yet her eyes were bright. "Sirena..." Alessia's voice croaked. She attempted to sit up, but her muscles refused, and she grimaced. "We're tied up," Sirena said gently, attempting not to draw attention to herself. "Don't move too much. You'll only hurt yourself more." Raizel's voice ripped through the air, harsh and full of wrath. "This is what happens when you let your emotions get the better of you, Sia.
"Did you even sleep last night, Sia?" Raizel's loud tone interrupted the morning silence, his gaze locked on Alessia's exhausted, disoriented face. Alessia blinked, trying to focus. "I... tried," she muttered. She clenched the edge of the table in their little room at The Dusty Oasis inn, her knuckles white. Sirena, who sat next to her, sighed heavily. "She didn't. She was restless throughout the night, and I can attest that it is not an easy task to sleep next to someone who is as restless as a puppy." Raizel crossed his arms. "You're worried about them, aren't you?" Alessia did not need to ask who he was referring to. The unsettling pictures of imprisoned Chimeralys she'd seen the day before returned to her mind—half-human, half-creature beings tied in chains, caged, or dragged across the marketplace like commodities. Their desperate eyes and broken spirits had gnawed at her heart all night. "How can I not be?" Alessia muttered, her voice shaking. "They are hurting. Animal-l
Raizel muttered, "Keep your head down, Alessia," as their horses slowed at the grand iron gates of Arcas. His tone was firm but soft, just enough for her to hear over the clamor of the busy entrance. "Remember, you're Sia Larkstone here." "I know," Alessia said, her voice firm despite the unease building inside her. She adjusted her cloak, the cloth brushing across her face, as if to provide comfort. Sirena said from her side, "And don't react to anything you see. The city thrives on fear and power. We know how reckless you are. Openly expressing compassion could endanger us all." The guards at the gate were equally terrifying as Sirena's warning. They wore black armor with elaborate crimson patterns and featured a snarling wolf carved in silver, something Alessia had never seen before. Their piercing eyes searched the crowd as they approached. "State your names and purpose," yelled one of the soldiers, his penetrating eyes lingering on Alessia for a moment too long. Raizel too
"This is it," Alessia whispered softly, standing in front of the Pathweaver, which was shimmering faintly in the meadow's dawn light. Raizel and Sirena stood a few feet behind her, silent yet alert. "I suppose this is goodbye." The Pathweaver turned its head, its iridescent appearance changing like sunshine over water. "Goodbyes are just pauses in the flow of life, Alessia. We may meet again, but perhaps not in the way you think." Alessia smiled slightly. "I still want to thank you. Thank you for guiding us, for your knowledge, and for... everything. I'm not sure how to convey it correctly, but I'm glad." The pathweaver's glowing eyes softened. "Gratitude is a unique and beautiful gift that requires no embellishments. I accept it, Alessia." Curiosity flared in her sight. "I wish I could call you by a name, but... you don't have one, do you?" Alessia asked. "No," the Pathweaver answered kindly. "We, the Guardians of Luminary, do not have names. Our identities are based on ou
"This place is incredible," Sirena said, reclining back on the soft grass of the meadow. Her aqua-blue eyes reflected the sun's waning light as it set behind the golden-leaved trees. "It feels like we've stepped into a dream." Alessia sat nearby, her back against the trunk of a tree that glowed dimly in the twilight. Her fingers carelessly touched the grass, its cool, silky texture grounding her amidst her racing thoughts. Raizel lay out on the ground, hands behind his head, seeming calmer than Alessia had ever seen him. "Dream or not, I'm just glad we're not fighting for our lives anymore." He looked at Alessia with a taunting grin on his face. "Though I have to say, Alessia, you really have a knack for charging headfirst into danger." Alessia smirked but did not answer. Instead, her gaze shifted to the Pathweaver, who was sitting on a tiny rock beside the stream. The creature's iridescent glow appeared to brighten as the darkness deepened, throwing an ethereal light across the
"Alessia! Wake up! You cannot give up now!" Sirena's words cut through the tiredness that had clouded Alessia's consciousness. Alessia's eyelids fluttered open and her body screamed in outrage. Her hands trembled, clutching the Blade of Lumina tightly. She forced herself to stand, despite her body feeling like lead and her knees shaking, as she confronted the Chimeran Trivaltus once more. "You're insane!" Sirena yelled, her voice tinged with panic and wrath, as Alessia pushed forward. "You're going to get yourself killed!" Alessia did not respond. She couldn't afford to waste words explaining her decision. This wasn't just about surviving the Forest of Nyssor; it was about demonstrating to herself that she wasn't weak anymore, that she wasn't the Alessia who cowered in fear. With an aggressive roar, the Trivaltus lashed out with its tiger head, exposing its huge fangs. Alessia avoided narrowly and rolled to the side. As she regained her footing, the lion head, the creature's co
"Sirena, are you alright?" Alessia's voice resonated across the cavern as she grasped the Blade of Lumina tightly, imploring Sirena once more, the blade's faint glimmer the only illumination in the darkness. "I'm fine," Sirena answered, her voice quivering slightly. "But, where are we? And where is Raizel?" Alessia studied their surroundings, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to make sense of the immense cavern they had arrived in. The rocky walls were sharp, and water dripped from the roof and pooled on the uneven floor. Shadows flickered across the stone as Alessia shifted the light from her glowing blade. "I don't know," Alessia mumbled, clenching her jaw. "But we are alone. Raizel did not fall with us." Sirena shivered, tightening her robe around herself. "I do not like this, Alessia. There is something here." A loud, guttural growl resonated through the shadows, sending shivers down both women's spines. Alessia strengthened her grasp on her blade, and the light brighten
"Don't let go of me!" Sirena's voice was stern, with panic seeping through every syllable as she strained against the quicksand that was drawing her down. Her fingers pressed into Alessia's forearms, leaving her knuckles white. "I won't!" Alessia cried back, tightening her grasp on Sirena's wrist. Her heart raced as she braced her feet against the shaky ground, attempting to pull Sirena free. But the more she tugged, the deeper Sirena sank, with her legs totally immersed. "Raizel!" Alessia shouted, her voice cracking. "Do something! I'm trying!" Raizel snapped, his hands lit up with the brilliant green of his terra luminous. The ground shook beneath his boots as he focused his strength on the quicksand, hoping to solidify it into solid soil. However, every time the light touched the moving sand, it returned to its unstable state. "Why isn't it working?" Raizel hissed in rage, his hands clenched. He tried again, his face pinched with concentration, but the quicksand remained unc
While pulling his horse forward, Raizel mumbled, "This is hopeless." His voice was rough from being so tired. The thick leaves of the trees blocked out any view of the sky, making them look like silent watchers. "Are we sure we're going the right way?" Alessia said, "We don't," with her jaw clenched. She gripped the reins even tighter, and the effort made her knuckles white. "I'm to blame for our loss. We're in this situation because I put my trust in Mimic." Sirena gave her a quick look, her forehead wet with sweat. "Alessia, don't blame yourself right now. Our main goal should be to escape alive." Even though Alessia didn't say anything, her silence said a lot. She kept replaying over and over in her mind the warnings from her uncle and even Goddess Nova. Their words kept reminding her of her biggest flaw: she trusted others too quickly. It had cost them a lot, and now that they were weaker, the weight of her mistake crushed her spirit. The forest did not seem to end. There did