Chapter 140 The Forgotten Glove

The journey to the Shadowroot was unlike any they had taken before. The path was not carved in earth or stone but in memory itself. Isabella, Elias, Seraphine, Mira, Reia, and Nyren traveled not merely through space, but through echoes—places lost to history, spoken of only in songs that had faded from living tongues. For three days, they traversed a shifting forest called the Witherwood, where trees whispered forgotten names and birds sang lullabies for those who never returned. Isabella felt the Flame throb within her, warming her against the shadows that crawled along the bark of ancient trees.