Chapter 130. The Encounter

CYRAN

The moment her incantation ceased, silence enveloped the room, leaving only the sound of our collective breaths. Saelyna’s eyes flickered open, her gaze clear and focused. The fever that had once ravaged her body began to subside, and a sense of serenity settled upon her features.

Gylen approached cautiously, his voice filled with wonder. “Saelyna, what transpired? What was the meaning behind your incantation?”

She took a deep breath, her voice now resonating with newfound strength and purpose. “It was a chant from the ancient texts of our ancestors, a plea to the spirits of healing and renewal. The magic within me guided my words, releasing the enchantment that bound my body and mind. I have been touched by a force beyond our comprehension.”

The room buzzed with a mixture of awe and gratitude. Saelyna’s connection to the ancient magic had not only freed her from the clutches of the witch’s spell but had also bestowed upon her a profound gift—the abilit