Cyra strolled deeper into the forest, her destination clear ahead. The dead leaves rustled beneath her feet, blending with the distant cries of owls and the steady chirp of crickets.
The cool air brushed against her skin as her thoughts drifted to the fighters.
She couldn’t teach them systemic combat techniques or let Zane teach them either, so the best possible outcome was to throw them into desolate land to fend for themselves.
‘That place still exists, but I don’t know if the monsters are still alive or not.’ She thought, as she planned to visit that place again with Zane.
A warm smile curled on her lips as glimpses of her past with Zane flashed through her mind.
She deliberately shoved those painful memories into the far corners of her mind, locking them away.
Nothing was going to taint the memories of her life there with Zane.
Cyra reached the entrance of the cave, going deeper, the crystal water glowed, casting shimmering light against the dark cave walls.