Chapter 399: The Thrush

**Dorothy’s POV** The moment my hand touched the flower, an ethereal green energy flowed out, enveloping me entirely. It was strong yet tender, like springtime willow branches swaying gently in the breeze, cradling me in their soft embrace. As I lowered my gaze to the wildflower resting in my palm, I could feel its strange but comforting energy. When I looked up again, the Elf King was gone. The shimmering green light surrounding me began to disperse, breaking apart like fireflies vanishing into the night. For a brief second, the birds perched in the room fell silent. Then, suddenly, their song erupted in unison, growing louder with each passing moment. One by one, the birds swooped down toward me, their sharp beaks aimed directly at my body. Instinctively, I braced for pain, but when the first bird made contact, it transformed into a delicate petal that melted seamlessly into my spiritual world. This process repeated itself with each bird that followed. They weren’t attack