Chapter 397 - Chapter 393 – The Small Bonfire at the Clear River

The fishing rod twitched harder for the umpteenth time. A larger fish drew closer, its shadow dark and agile beneath the clear water that reflected the faint twilight. Sylvia smiled thinly, bitter, as if the bite were nothing more than a small metaphor for her current life waiting for something that would never truly satisfy. With a swift but controlled motion, she yanked the rod. The line curved, the water rippled violently, and a large silver fish leaped out of the river, its scales glittering like freshly minted coins. It landed on the damp grass with a desperate flap of its tail. Sylvia stared at it for a moment, her red eyes cold yet holding a strange, faint satisfaction. At least today she had caught something with her own hands.