Chapter 358

The soft, melodic sound of trickling water accompanied by its crisp, earthy scent revealed the essence of this magical land. The secret was no longer a mystery, especially as figures emerged from the shadows—Water Court fae, their presence undeniable. One stepped forward, his silver-plated helmet elegantly curled like a stag’s antlers. "Welcome home, High Lord," he said, his tone steady but without hostility. A greeting, not a threat—yet his words were swiftly interrupted as the next group stepped through the wall.