Chapter 20 Threads Of Prophecy

• Anya's dwelling was less a house and more an extension of the ancient oak itself. Roots formed walls, moss served as insulation, and the interior was a symphony of natural forms and esoteric clutter.
• Dried herbs hung from the low ceiling, their scents mixing with woodsmoke and damp earth. Carved animal bones, polished river stones, and bundles of strange, iridescent feathers adorned shelves.
• The air thrummed with a subtle, ancient energy, a stark contrast to the oppressive malevolence of Gorok’s lair.