As the sun sank towards the horizon, its golden rays filtered through the dense canopy, casting elongated shadows that danced across the moss-covered ground of the clearing. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the distant call of an owl echoed through the twilight.
Eliza and Amara, the Solaris witches, stood apart from the rest, their expressions grave.
Eliza cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “We need to ensure that everyone’s cloaking spells are intact. We can’t afford any slip-ups now.”
Frederik, standing beside his three sisters, nodded. “Understood. We’ve come too far to risk being detected now.”
The group assembled in a semicircle, each member feeling the weight of the situation. Eliza and Amara exchanged a look before Eliza spoke again. “
