As the dense, ominous aura continued to seep through the forest, a blanket of unease settled over Lyra and her fellow Ascendants. Their faces, usually marked by confidence and resolve, now bore frowns of deep worry and disbelief.
Skepticism about Lyra's earlier claims regarding the aura had evaporated, replaced by a stark realization as they felt its oppressive weight bearing down on them. It was as if the very air they breathed had become a tangible adversary, challenging their intrusion into the forest's hidden depths.
Their eyes flicked nervously around, scanning through the dense foliage, searching for any sign of the unseen threat that lurked in the shadows. Amidst this tense atmosphere, their gaze inevitably landed on Ophelia.
To their collective astonishment, she stood there unaffected by the aura's crushing presence. Her posture was one of ease, her body relaxed as though she was merely taking a leisurely stroll through the forest.