The sound of dry leaves rustled like ancient lamentations, swept by the wind of ashes that never ceased to blow in that forgotten corner of the Underworld. Twisted trees, with branches like black claws, touched the scarlet sky as if trying to tear it apart. The living forest was not meant to welcome. It existed to hide.
In the heart of that labyrinth of shadows and murmurs, a natural clearing pulsed with strange energy emanating from it. A well-lit, cozy cabin, a bonfire, and of course, some living trees that made the environment much more lively.
There, Zuri rested on a magic circle, her new body wrapped in translucent layers of jade and spiritual energy. Her eyes were closed, but she was not sleeping—she was meditating. Rebuilding. Resisting.
