The figure in the mist ignored Fredrick, whose body now seemed hunched in resignation as she walked past Kyra and the girls. She walked towards the gigantic Kitthale tree and touched it as she faintly murmured to it.
In no time, the Kitthale tree seemed to start humming as its branches joyfully shook along with its roots that shook gently underground. A gentle yellowish hue spread outwards from it that bathed the area around in a warm light.
Kyra, who was exhausted, drained out, and sleep-deprived, instantly felt replenished and refreshed as the citrus flavoured aroma and warm light washed over her in the air. She could feel herself get clear-headed in wonder.
Nisa's wounds instantly healed up in no time, and if it wasn't for the torn patch of her dress at her abdomen, one wouldn't know that she had nearly driven to death. Her rosy cheeks regained their lustre in no time, and her breathing eased up. She now looked as though she were peacefully taking a nap.
