Chapter 122: The Tides of Fate
The clearing felt oddly still, as though the forest itself was holding its breath. Anita remained kneeling, her hands trembling from the strain of her earlier power. Jace stood guard, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter for any sign of movement
“We’re not out of danger,” Jace muttered, his voice low but firm
Anita nodded, but she didn’t rise. Instead, her hand slowly moved to her chest, where the Threads’ glow had dimmed somewhat. The familiar hum of energy within her felt distant, as if the Threads were retreating into themselves
"Jace... something's wrong"
He glanced at her, sensing the shift in her tone. "What do you mean"
"The Threads," Anita whispered, her fingers trembling against the fabric of her shirt. "They're... retreating. Like they're pulling away from me
Jace’s eyes darkened. “That doesn’t sound good. Could it be the creatures? Or something else