The air was thick with a blend of curiosity and confusion. The last time anyone in the village had seen Morgana was about four years ago. Emery's eyebrows furrowed in thought, recalling that the timing aligned perfectly with Morgana's unexpected visit to the Wolf planet.
It was puzzling, to say the least. Emery vividly remembered glimpsing an image of Earth when he tried to trace Morgana's last known waypoints. Yet, despite the seeming disconnection between her disappearance and the Earthly image, an inexplicable intuition whispered in the recesses of his mind, assuring him that Morgana was somewhere close. But the question remained—where was she?
As Emery voiced his concerns about Morgana, the air, previously filled with the warmth of a heartfelt reunion, grew tense. Concerned eyes flitted about, faces pale with worry.
"Could sister Morgana be in danger?" Glita's voice quivered as she inquired.
