A day passed, and those searching for Lucas returned with no trace of him. As dawn broke, I slipped into the garden, the morning dew soaking the hem of my dress.
The most dangerous places are often the safest. Could there be a Purple Duskbloom in this garden? Unlike Cerromir, this garden was alive with activity. A sweet, fresh fragrance filled the air, and the flowers blooming among the low shrubs appeared particularly vibrant in the morning light. I wandered along the winding paths, my eyes scanning the surrounding plants, wondering which of them could be the Purple Duskbloom.
Crouching down, I carefully examined the shape and texture of each leaf. Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth from behind. I instinctively struggled, but the grip was surprisingly strong.
"Don't make a sound, it's m
