Chapter 35

In the serene courtyard of Silas's castle, bathed in the shimmering moonlight, Lyla, lost in contemplation, found herself approached by a cloaked figure. His presence seemed to weave a tapestry of mystique within the tranquil ambience. The figure's enigmatic aura held a familiarity that tugged at the edges of Lyla's consciousness.

Cloaked Figure: "Lyla, the time has come to convey a message to Silas. His return before the new full moon is imperative."

Lyla, intrigued by the urgency in the figure's voice, paused, sensing an underlying gravity within his words.

Lyla: "Who are you? How do you know Silas, and why must he return?"

Cloaked Figure: *With a deliberate pause, the figure reached up, unveiling his hood, revealing a face that held the weight of millennia within its features.*

Lyla's eyes widened in recognition and disbelief as the figure's countenance was revealed—none other than Saraphel, the enigmatic being whose name echoed through the annals of cosmic tales.

Saraphel: "I am Saraphel, Lyla. Your uncle and a harbinger of cosmic revelations. Silas must return to the castle before the new full moon—a celestial convergence that marks the imminent clash."

Lyla, astounded by the revelation, stood in silent awe, trying to comprehend the significance of Saraphel's presence and his urgent plea.

Lyla: "Why does Silas need to return? What impending clash do you speak of?"

Saraphel: "Moros, the shadowed master, marches with his formidable legions toward this castle. The cosmic symphony nears its crescendo, and Silas's role in shaping destinies cannot be understated."

Lyla, grappling with the weight of Saraphel's revelation, understood the gravity of the situation. She needed to relay this urgent message to Silas, regardless of his whereabouts.

Lyla: "I will send word to Silas immediately. But why should he trust your message?"

Saraphel: "The cosmic currents intertwine our destinies, Lyla. Trust in the resonance of our words and the threads that bind us to Silas's fate. Time is of the essence."

With a serene determination, Lyla hastened to dispatch a message to Silas, urgently imploring his return to the castle before the impending celestial convergence.

As Saraphel stood, veiled once more in the cloak of mystery, his gaze lingered on Lyla, an acknowledgment of the weight that destiny now placed upon her young shoulders.

Saraphel: "Remember, Lyla, the threads of destiny weave a tale that transcends mortal understanding. Embrace the revelations that unfold."

With a subtle nod, Saraphel vanished into the moonlit shadows, leaving Lyla with a newfound sense of purpose and the weight of cosmic revelations that unfolded before her eyes.