A quiet hum resonated through the dimly lit room, a rhythm of deep concentration.
In the center, Z'yna sat in a lotus position, her body unnaturally still, her mind far beyond the physical realm. Her golden pupils shimmered faintly, yet her gaze remained locked inward, unshaken by the world around her.
Beside her, the Queen of Nature reclined on the bed, her long, flowing emerald hair spilling over the silk sheets like cascading vines. She watched Z'yna with a knowing smile—not just watching her, but everything.
Then, the portal on the corner of the room rippled.
A second later, Ryzel stepped through, the portal behind him flickered once, then snapped shut like a sealed wound.
"It's done," Ryzel started reporting. "I've placed the two 'victims' into safety, as instructed."