Through the hushed forest, beneath the glow of a silver moon, Anastasia ran.
Her body surged with the power of the Golden-Red glow, carrying Valerian in her arms as though he were no more than a leaf caught in a storm. Her speed was twice that of lightning, and the earth barely registered her passing.
Valerian, though still reeling from her display of strength, could not help but wonder:
Did she even know where she was going?
They had never seen Havenwood. Neither of them knew its location.
Or so he thought.
What Valerian did not know was that Anastasia was following a vision—a sacred gift from the Seer, who had shown her the path to Havenwood as clearly as if it were etched into her soul.
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Meanwhile, in the hidden forests of Sanguival, another journey neared its end.
Peter, hi
