临蓐尤娜

Chapter 122: Probing the Valley

Lena, walking slightly ahead, cast a glance back at Kael. "He's feeling it out," she muttered under her breath. "Testing the valley's reactions."

Kael nodded, his expression grim. "He's trying to understand how it works, how it defends itself. We can't let him get too comfortable."

Ahead, Ithran paused before a large stone circle nestled between the roots of several ancient trees. Symbols were etched into the stones, faded with age but still faintly glowing with the valley's magic. Ithran crouched beside one of the stones, reaching out as if to touch the symbols. Before his fingers could make contact, the air around him shifted, growing colder. A low, warning hum emanated from the stone, causing Ithran to hesitate.

Elda stepped forward, her staff raised slightly. The valley's magic coiled around them like an unseen force, protective and wary. "Careful," she called out, her voice firm. "The valley does not take kindly to those who intrude upon its sacred places."

Ithran turned his head, a faint smile curving his lips. "Fascinating," he murmured. "It responds to intent, doesn't it? It senses when it's being approached with curiosity versus hostility." He straightened, his gaze flicking to Elda's staff. "It is almost as if it's... alive."

"The valley is alive," Elda replied, her eyes narrowing. "Its magic is not a tool to be examined or exploited. It is a living force with its own will."

Ithran tilted his head, studying her with a look of mild amusement. "Indeed," he said softly. "A force of nature that has found its way to consciousness. One cannot help but be intrigued by how such power could be... directed."

Lena took a step forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "The valley directs itself," she said coldly. "It doesn't need outsiders to meddle in its affairs."

Ithran's smile widened, though there was a glint in his eyes that sent a chill through the air. "Of course," he replied, his tone polite but edged with something sharper. "I am merely observing, learning. After all, one must understand a force before attempting to... interact with it."

Kael's gaze hardened as he caught Ithran's choice of words. "Interact," he repeated silently to himself. "He's here for more than just knowledge." The valley seemed to echo his thoughts, its magic rippling outward in a wave that stirred the leaves and made the earth beneath their feet tremble ever so slightly.

Ithran continued his exploration, moving along the path that led deeper into the forest. The guardians trailed him, their senses heightened, noting every subtle change in the valley's mood. The air grew cooler as they walked, the sunlight filtering through the branches in thin beams that barely reached the ground. The deeper they ventured, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, as if the valley itself was holding its breath.

They came to a grove where a small spring bubbled up from between the roots of an ancient tree, its water clear and shimmering with a faint inner light. Ithran paused at the edge, his eyes fixed on the spring as if it held the secrets of the valley within its depths. He knelt slowly, extending a hand toward the water.

Elda felt the valley's magic coil tightly around them, a warning that made her grip her staff. "Don't touch it," she said sharply.

Ithran hesitated, his hand hovering just above the surface. For a heartbeat, his eyes flickered with something cold, calculating, but then he withdrew his hand, rising gracefully to his feet. "Forgive me," he said smoothly. "I forget that such places are sacred to the valley. It is not my intention to intrude."

Lena stepped closer, her eyes locked on Ithran's face, searching for a crack in his calm facade. "You're probing," she said bluntly. "Testing how the valley reacts to you. Why?"

Ithran turned to face her, his smile not faltering. "Curiosity," he replied. "I seek to understand the nature of this place. How it came to be what it is now, and how it might... evolve."

Kael felt a surge of anger at Ithran's words. "Evolve," he thought, "or change to suit his purposes?" He could sense the valley's magic swirling around them, a silent witness to the exchange. It was as if the valley itself was waiting for them to see through Ithran's carefully crafted demeanor.

Elda stepped forward, her staff glowing brighter in the dim light of the grove. "The valley's evolution is not something for outsiders to manipulate," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It has fought to reclaim its identity. It doesn't need your curiosity or interference."

For a moment, Ithran's expression tightened, his eyes flashing with something dark and unreadable. Then, just as quickly, his smile returned, smooth and polite. "Of course," he said, inclining his head slightly. "I mean no harm. I am merely a traveler seeking knowledge. Nothing more."

As he turned and moved further into the forest, Lena shot a glance at Kael and Elda, her lips pressed into a thin line. "He's hiding something," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. "He knows more about this valley than he's letting on."

Kael nodded, his eyes following Ithran's every move. "He's testing its defenses," he replied quietly. "Seeing how far he can go before the valley pushes back. We need to watch him closely."

They continued to follow Ithran, the tension mounting with each step. The valley's magic pulsed erratically, responding to Ithran's presence like an animal sensing a predator in its territory. Kael felt the ground shift beneath his feet, a warning tremor that made him tighten his grip on his sword.

Ithran approached another grove, this one filled with thick underbrush and ancient stones, half-buried in the earth. He paused, his eyes scanning the area with a keen, almost predatory interest. "There is power here," he murmured, more to himself than to the guardians. "Old power, buried deep..."

Before he could move closer, the valley reacted. A gust of wind whipped through the grove, stirring the leaves into a frenzied dance. Vines shot up from the ground, coiling around Ithran's legs as if to hold him in place. He staggered back, surprise flashing across his face as he raised a hand, summoning a barrier of energy that pushed the vines away.

The guardians stepped forward, weapons drawn, ready to intervene. But as quickly as it began, the valley's assault ceased. The vines withdrew, retreating into the earth, and the wind died down, leaving the grove silent once more.

Ithran straightened, dusting off his cloak as if nothing had happened. His eyes met Kael's, a flicker of amusement in their depths. "Your valley is... spirited," he said with a hint of a smile. "It certainly does not welcome intruders lightly."

Kael's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm. "The valley knows its threats," he replied coldly. "And it knows when to defend itself."

Ithran inclined his head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "Indeed," he said softly. "It seems I have much to learn from this place. But for now, I shall be more... respectful of its boundaries."

He turned and began to walk back toward the camp, his movements graceful and unhurried. The guardians followed, their eyes never leaving him. The valley's magic thrummed around them, a silent echo of the warning it had just issued.

As they made their way through the forest, Kael exchanged a glance with Lena and Elda. They were thinking the same thing: Ithran was no simple traveler. He was probing the valley, testing its strength, its will to defend itself. And he would not stop until he found what he was searching for.

The valley stirred around them, a faint hum that vibrated through the air. It was not just a warning now; it was a promise. The valley had endured before, and it would do so again. But it would need its guardians more than ever, to stand against the darkness that had begun to probe its borders.

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