Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred fifteen

As Sophia awoke in the cemetery, the soft rays of the morning sun gently caressed her face, coaxing her out of her slumber.

The birds chirped melodiously, their songs filling the air with a sense of tranquility. Blinking away the remnants of sleep,

Sophia realized with a start that she had fallen asleep amidst the gravestones, seeking solace in the quiet embrace of the cemetery.

Pushing herself up from the cold ground, Sophia brushed the dirt from her clothes and took a moment to survey her surroundings.

The flowers that adorned the graves seemed to glow in the golden light of dawn, their vibrant hues a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of the cemetery.

With a heavy heart, Sophia began to make her way back to the estate, her thoughts swirling with a mixture of emotions.

She couldn't shake the feeling of melancholy that lingered within her, a constant reminder of the weight of the upcoming Conclave and the uncertainty that loomed over her future.

As she approached the mansion