By morning, the aurora had faded, but the strange energy lingered. Jas noticed animals gathering near the edge of the clearing—foxes, raccoons, even a lone wolf. They weren’t aggressive, just... present.
“It’s like they know something,” Ivy Mae said, watching them closely.
Roman frowned. “This is weird, even for us. Should we be worried?”
Ivy Mae opened the old book, flipping through its delicate pages. She stopped at a section that described “the convergence of energies” and read aloud:
When the sky dances and the earth trembles, all beings feel the call. It is not fear but transformation.
“What does that mean?” Jas asked.
Ivy Mae shrugged. “I don’t know. But it feels important.”