Prayed that one day a miracle would appear. Prayed that someone would finally take her away from this lonely place.
As a result, whenever strangers entered the forest, she often helped them.
She guided lost people. She warned them of danger. She even secretly protected some of them.
Then, one day, someone accidentally revealed her identity as a Shiki.
After that, everything changed. More and more people started pouring into the forest.
The once lonely woods became crowded with cultivators.
Honestly, Myra wasn't angry. Quite the opposite. At first, she felt excited. Happy, even.
After being alone for so many years, seeing so many people arrive made her think they had come to play with her.
There had even been moments when she wanted to reveal herself.
Moments when she almost stepped out from hiding and greeted some of the groups.
Unfortunately, reality proved far crueler than her imagination.
The moment she overheard their conversations, her excitement shattered.
