In a bustling town situated a considerable distance from the dense forest where Zorvax and Ophelia were charting their path, an important meeting was taking place in a high-rise building. Within this structure, in a room exuding an air of authority and power, Lyra, a female Ascendant who had recently fled from the very same forest, was engaged in a critical debriefing.
Lyra stood rigidly before her superior, her body tense with the weight of her report. Her face was etched with seriousness, her eyes occasionally flickering with the intensity of the memory she was recounting. She spoke of an enigmatic and overpowering aura she had encountered in the forest – an aura unfamiliar to her but which belonged to Zorvax
