Chapter 121: Foolish

They emerged from the waterfall, a hurricane of grief and fury clothed in moonlight and mist.

The rising sun, once a harbinger of hope, cast long, menacing shadows on the forest floor as they approached the guardians' domain.

As they ventured deeper, the whispers of the forest, usually comforting like a mother's lullaby, turned into icy warnings.

Shadows flickered at the edges of their vision, whispers coalescing into chilling laughter. But Davien and Hera marched on, their love a shield against the creeping fear.

Suddenly, the laughter erupted into a cacophony, and figures materialized from the trees. Tall, cloaked figures, their faces hidden in darkness, radiated an aura of cold malice. The guardians, the ones who'd orchestrated their pain, stood before them.

Hera stepped forward, her voice ringing with defiance. "You think you've won? You think you can break us?"

The lead guardian chuckled, a dry, rasping sound like leaves rustling in a desolate wind. "You were pawns, little pupp