Ethan's pov
Even in the state of desolation, I find myself in, Zahir's words spark a glimmer of hope within me. "How?" I ask, my voice hoarse and broken, but imbued with renewed determination. If there is a chance, no matter how slim, to bring Anastasia back, then I will seize it with all my strength.
Zahir maintains his steady gaze, a wise calm in his eyes that suggests ancient secrets and deep knowledge. He seems like a vision, a blend of hope and authority pulling me back from the brink of despair. His presence is almost mystical, an encompassing calm that contrasts sharply with the chaos around us. His eyes, filled with wisdom accumulated over the years, seem to see far beyond what is visible. It is as if he can see the path I must follow, even when everything seems dark and hopeless.