Chapter 175: Three headed serpent

The rising sun cast long shadows through the trees as Lucian and his companions emerged from the gloom of the Whispering Woods. A collective sigh of relief escaped their lips as they gazed upon the rolling hills and meadows that stretched before them. The oppressive atmosphere of the forest seemed to have lifted, replaced by a sense of cautious optimism. Alistair stood in the doorway of her hut, a small figure dwarfed by the vastness of the landscape. She watched them with a mixture of sadness and determination in her eyes. "Be safe," she called out, her voice carrying on the morning breeze. "May the winds guide you, and may fortune smile upon your journey." Lucian stopped, turning back to face her. Despite the distance, he could see the worry etched in her beautiful features."Thank you, Alistair," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything." He raised a hand in farewell, a silent promise to return. Alistair offered a small wave in response, then retreated back in