★Nuel's POV★
"An abomination! Him being alive is impossible!" a voice suddenly thundered from the dias, slicing through the air and forcing the people dressed in white garments to still.
It was Elder Derric.
His voice carried authority and anger, shaking through the murmuring assembly until silence wrapped around us like a shroud. All eyes turned to him as he took a bold step forward, his gaze burning into me.
"None of our kind has ever survived the poison of wolfsbane before, nor that of silver!" he bellowed, the veins in his neck straining. The moment his words echoed across the square, a ripple swept through the crowd, some nodding, others murmuring in fear and disbelief.
"How could he have survived it?" Derric continued, his voice rising higher. "How could his body endure what should have scoured his very soul and left him nothing but ash? How is he standing here, well and alive after mere days?"
He pointed a trembling finger in my direction, his tone thick with accusation.
