Chapter 66. Unusualness...[2]

Third Person's POV...

The golden light of the setting sun bathed Fers Domain in a warm, soft glow, highlighting the cobblestone streets and quaint buildings of the market square.

Syra moved through the bustling crowd, her greenish-white hair catching the light like a shimmering veil. Her emerald eyes were sharp, scanning every face as she searched tirelessly for clues about the recent disappearances.

The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on her shoulders, driving her to keep going, even as exhaustion gnawed at the edges of her focus. She had to succeed—Riyan was counting on her, even if he didn't know it.

As Syra rounded a corner near the central fountain, her breath caught in her throat. There, standing just a few paces away, was Riyan. His presence was like a lifeline, a beacon cutting through the fog of her weariness.