Chapter 200 - The Matriarch's Choice (1)

Nelay moved through the Ever Gloom as though she were part of the forest itself, a whisper of motion so subtle that even the trees did not notice her passing. Her cloak flowed behind her in utter silence, blending with the shadowed canopy overhead. Not even the leaves rustled, nor branches shift. The jungle, ancient and seemingly alive with old magic, offered no resistance. It was almost as if it could recognize her for what she was and it responded to her presence with caution, making way and allowing her to move unabated.