Chapter 122

• Hazel stood within an extraordinary world, enveloped by the symphony of a distant waterfall, the cool touch of ancient stones, and the lush greenery of trees that had witnessed centuries unfold. Her senses filled with wonder and relief until a piercing cry shattered the tranquility and echoed through the landscape.
• Compelled by the frantic sound, Hazel followed its trail and was halted by a striking sight—a body shrouded in white cloth laid upon an elevated stone. The cry had surely originated from this very place. As her gaze wandered, it fell upon a patch of ground adorned with ashes, scattered bones, and flickering candles. Despite her initial denial, Hazel's mouth betrayed her thoughts as she murmured aloud, "It is an offering."
• At that moment, a sudden grasp seized Hazel's hand, plunging her into a trance-like state. Words whispered around her, capturing her attention completely.