The [Soul Walking] technique taught by the dragon was not something that could be used indefinitely. Even though her mind was still relentlessly searching for Emery's soul, Morgana's body had begun to reach the end of its strength after only a week.
After strolling through the endless expanse of a lifeless forest for what felt like an eternity, her eyes finally met a different sight.
Amongst the dead gray trees, a burned-down house stood alone silently. Morgana headed there with unconcealed hope. The moment she carefully opened the door a young boy about 8 years old looked toward her with surprise.
Even though she had never seen what he looked like in his childhood, Morgana could immediately tell it was him. At that moment, a smile filled with relief formed on her exhausted expression.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" The young boy doubtfully asked. "Mother! You're not my mother… Who are you?"
