Enchanting Royalty
Everyone turned to her, hopeful but uncertain.
Sylvia pulled out the torn piece of Mia’s cloth, the one we had found, stained with the faintest trace of her scent. She held it up, her eyes closing in concentration. For a brief moment, she was silent, her lips moving in what seemed like a prayer or a chant under her breath.
Then, without warning, the cloth began to float upward, suspended by magic. Gasps came from the warriors as they watched it levitate, twisting in the air as if searching for something unseen.
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