In the Sixth Layer of the Whispering Woods, four figures moved swiftly through the air, gliding above the dense, shadowed canopy of trees. This layer of the forest was even darker and more oppressive than the ones they'd passed before. The group looked like they were not running but flying, each of them harnessing their abilities to traverse the forest more efficiently. Julius held a fifth figure aloft, carrying him as he sped forward—Adam, relaxed in his grip, appearing completely unbothered by the unconventional mode of travel.
"Adam, your concoction is amazing!" Ophelia exclaimed, giving him an admiring gaze. "I feel like I'm back to one hundred percent, fully rested! I even slept better than I have in ages!"
She'd been completely drained from their grueling journey through the Outskirts, and even a standard rest wouldn't have rejuvenated her like this. She marveled at how refreshed she felt, her fatigue from days of nonstop exertion gone as though it had never been.
