It was the morning of the next day and the forest was alive with soft sunlight filtering through the canopy, the dew glistening over leaves and branches.
Birds sang gently in the distance, and the cool morning breeze carried the faint scent of damp moss.
Luca walked down the forest path toward the central gathering area, but unlike last night—when he was practically glowing with ecstasy and pleasure—this morning his expression was sour, thoughtful, and tinged with worry.
His brows were furrowed, and his hands were tucked behind his back, deep in thought.
He sighed.
Last night he had told everyone to assemble today, saying he would reveal why the disease had plagued their village and the way to cure it permanently.
But now that the moment had come, he felt a knot twisting in his stomach as the solution itself was the problem.
He already knew they wouldn't take it well.
It would sound insane, maybe even sacrilegious.
