The ancient mystics each harboring their own plans, one by one, they vanished from the secret realms of heightened sensory experience, and within Farosa's consciousness, it was as if the candles around her were being snuffed out one after the other, their unique light and fire growing dim and disappearing altogether.
In the end, only three remained.
The Forest Master appeared in an indeterminate state until Farosa's observation fixed its current form.
Now it resembled a massive beast draped in multiple layers of fur, its mouth gripped a frozen deer with long, curved horns. The myriad furs covering its body belonged to a menagerie of different mammals, including polar bears, mammoths, and ancient bovines, which it had appropriated to ward off the cold, indicating how frigid its current location was.
"Thanks to you, I have the miracle of the oath at my disposal. I thought you would be the first to fall," Farosa cautiously observed the Forest Master.
