222 The Oldest Tree Nymph, Anara

"We can't," the Village Chief's voice resonated loudly from a distance as I watched him emerge from the pool of thick liquid that resembled water, flowing down his skin as he stepped out. "Unless you possess the gift to turn back time and present your plan to us several months or years ago, returning the children to their families now would be catastrophic, especially after they were declared dead."

Internally acknowledging the Village Chief's words, I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words could escape, the tree nymph beside me abruptly raised her hand, signalling me to stop. Her narrowed eyes darted between the Village Chief and me, as if contemplating her options. Eventually, she settled her gaze on the Village Chief and uttered, "Chief, I believe you can make your way back to the village on your own. Once the young one has calmed down and is ready to return, I will ensure his safe journey back."