บท 393: The Beast People

Nora looked ahead of her, and what she saw made her widen her eyes in both surprise and fear. After all, the stature in front of her had transformed into a dark void, as if to swallow her in.

As Nora sat before the statue of the Bear Mother, this revered deity of the Vandorian people, a sudden trance enveloped her, distancing her from the material world and immersing her in a realm of whispers and shadows. 

The voices that encircled her spoke of lineage and destiny, their words weaving through the air with the weight of ancient knowledge. "She is of his blood! She is perfect," one voice declared, its tone ripe with certainty.