(Chapter 67: Mira's Pov)
The ruler led us through the heart of his kingdom, the path winding through towering trees and ancient stone structures, each one more awe-inspiring than the last. The air was thick with magic, crackling like static electricity. It felt alive—every corner of this place seemed to hum with the power of the ages, the echoes of lost civilizations, of untold secrets buried beneath the surface. But the deeper we went, the heavier the silence became, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this land had long since forgotten warmth or mercy.