Chương 554: The Farmer Mother and Son

I looked down at my son, nestled against me throughout the ordeal. His eyes, once wide with fear, now held a sense of innocent curiosity, mirroring my own emotions. It was as if the very child had sensed the change in the world around us, from a perilous encounter to a wondrous revelation.

In that profound moment, as the sun painted the horizon with hues of orange and pink, I felt an extraordinary connection to the natural world. It was a reminder that our realm was filled with mysteries beyond our understanding and that even the most monstrous of beings could hold secrets that transcended the boundaries of our perception.

With a newfound sense of humility and reverence for the unknown, I whispered a word of gratitude to the ancient spirits of the forest. I knew that our encounter with the being would forever be etched in our memories, a testament to the ever-changing tapestry of life and the eternal dance between darkness and light in the world we called home.