"Leave..." Penelope spoke with a firm yet somewhat troubled tone. "Please do not intervene anymore. I will call for you when I need you."
The man's face displayed a mix of emotions—concern, hesitation, and a tinge of sadness. Without uttering another word, he transformed back into an elegant eagle and gracefully soared into the sky, disappearing from sight.
Eve observed the interaction between Penelope and the shapeshifter with intrigue. Her mind buzzed with questions, desperately trying to unravel the mystery. How could Penelope possess a companion who could shift forms? There was no trace of magic within her, nor any indications of a hybrid bloodline. She appeared to be a mere human, yet her connection to the shapeshifter suggested otherwise.
"This is getting more and more interesting," Eve whispered to herself, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
