After Serah and Phantom wandered deeper into the forest, their idle steps carried them farther than intended until the familiar sight of devastation unfolded before her eyes—the very place where she had clashed with the three Purebloods. The ground was still scorched black, trees reduced to ash and splinters. The silence here was unsettling, the forest itself seeming to hold its breath in remembrance of the chaos that had once erupted in this spot.
As Serah stood there, taking in the destruction, a thought crossed her mind—a practical yet worrying one. This place, this secluded refuge Marcus called Tnaji, might not remain hidden for long. The amount of myst energy she had unleashed during her Phoenix State could easily have been sensed by nearby scouting divisions or myst trackers of the Kingdom. If anyone were to investigate the disturbance, they might stumble upon this place… and Marcus.
