Bab 185: The Veil of Truth

The dawn was just breaking, casting a soft, golden glow over the rocky outcrop where we had set up camp. The air was crisp and filled with the sounds of the forest waking up—a symphony of bird calls and rustling leaves. I stretched and sat up, taking in the serene beauty of the morning. For a moment, it felt like the world was at peace, but I knew better. Our mission loomed over us like a dark cloud, never letting us forget the urgency of our quest.

Raven was already up, tending to the fire and preparing breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed tea and sizzling bacon wafted through the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation. I smiled at her, feeling a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the fire. Her presence was a constant source of strength for me, a reminder of why we fought so hard.

"Morning," she greeted me, her voice low and gentle. "Did you sleep well?"