C319 Powerful Whirlpool

Heidi strode away after issuing her challenge, leaving Abigail silent, her response a mere gentle smile. She shook her head, her gaze lingering on the letters.

Quietude reclaimed the cliffside, broken only by the whisper of the wind and the soft rustling of paper—sounds that were subtly soothing.

Seated on a stone chair, Abigail was the picture of grace