As Liz regained consciousness for the second time, the memory of the figure that had caused her to faint rushed back to her. Her eyes widened as she saw the mysterious figure seated a few feet away from Raela. Fear seized her, and she began to slowly retreat, crawling on all fours until she reached a position behind Raela.
With a trembling voice and fear etched on her face, she dared to ask once more, "Who is she?"
A tense standoff unfolded as Liz and the mysterious lady locked eyes, neither willing to yield their gaze. It was as if an unspoken challenge had arisen between them, each trying to discern the intentions of the other.
Throughout this silent confrontation, the lady's hands remained firmly planted on the ground, her palms partially concealed by the lush green grasses that surrounded her. The air was thick with intrigue and uncertainty as the two women continued their battle of stares in this mystical place.
