The oppressive magical pressure vanished with her departure, leaving the backyard feeling incredibly quiet and empty.
Ren stood there for a moment, enjoying the morning sun on his face as he stretched his arms over his head, hearing his shoulders pop satisfyingly.
He turned around to face his group.
Mandy was already sprinting back inside the inn, shouting something about securing the expensive tea sets.
Lyra was holding Kala's hand, looking completely bewildered but incredibly excited and ready to head back to the bakery to pack their meager belongings.
Then there was Eternia.
The Snakekin was standing near the oak tree with her head bowed, staring intensely at the dirt.
Her shoulders were slumped, and the lethal terrifying aura she had projected moments ago had entirely collapsed into a puddle of quiet, crushing misery.
Moving into that woman's house felt like a profound defeat.
