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Special Breeder For Notorious Alpha
Chapter 59
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She led us through the dense foliage to a hidden grove above the mountain, where the air shimmered with an ethereal light. In the center of the grove stood a tree, its branches heavy with fruit that glowed like pearls in the moonlight.
In that place stood a quaint and dimly lit hut. The old woman gestured towards several stones. “You must meditate here every night.”
“Meditate?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“For 40 days and 40 nights, you must meditate here and reach the 5D level of consciousness. Only then can you do anything,” she murmured before showing me some worn books inside the hut. “Read the incantations within.”
The hut, with its thatched roof and walls that whispered of ancient times, seemed to hold the weight of countless secrets. The stones she pointed out were arranged in a peculiar pattern, each one etched with symbols that seemed to hum with energy.
“Meditation is the key,” the old woman said, her voice as soft as the rustling leaves outside. “It’s not merely sitting in silence it’s an awakening, a journey to the depths of your soul where the fabric of reality weaves itself anew.”
I approached the books with reverence, their pages yellowed with age, each leaf a testament to the wisdom of ages past. The incantations were written in a script that danced before my eyes, the words twisting and turning as if alive.
“Begin at dusk,” she instructed, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that rooted me to the spot. “And let the night be your cocoon, from which you will emerge transformed.”
As night fell, the hut became a sanctuary, the outside world fading away until there was nothing but the flickering candlelight and the rhythm of my own breathing. The stones around me pulsed with a gentle glow, guiding me into a trance.

With each passing night, the veil between the worlds thinned. Visions of other times and places flashed before my eyes, each one a piece of the cosmic puzzle that was slowly coming together.
On the twentieth night, something shifted. A surge of energy coursed through me, and I felt as if I was being lifted out of my body. The 5D consciousness the old woman spoke of was no longer a distant concept it was a burgeoning reality within me.
I could see the threads of life, the connections between all things, and the flow of time itself. It was overwhelming, yet exhilarating. The power to heal, to create, to transform—it was all there, within my grasp.
But with great power came great responsibility. I knew that this gift was not to be taken lightly. The old woman’s words echoed in my mind: “Only then can you do anything.” It was a reminder that this journey was not just about personal gain it was about the greater good.

As the fortieth night approached, I prepared myself for what was to come. The final incantation was said to unlock the full potential of the 5D consciousness, but it also came with a warning. It was a gateway that, once opened, could not be closed.
I sat in the center of the stone circle, the worn book open in front of me. The candlelight cast long shadows as I began to chant the final incantation. The air vibrated with power, and the stones shone brighter than ever before.
And then, just as the words left my lips, the ground trembled. A brilliant light enveloped me, and I felt as if I was being pulled into another dimension. When the light faded, I was no longer in the hut.
I stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast and unknown land. The sky above was a tapestry of swirling colors, and I knew that I had crossed into a realm where anything was possible.
But as I took my first step forward, the earth shook once more, and a voice boomed from the heavens: “The path you’ve chosen is fraught with peril. Will you dare to walk it?”
Timothee and I exchanged glances, neither of us speaking. But Healer Cruz was the first to respond. A brilliant white light enveloped her form.
We followed in her footsteps, each declaring our readiness. Suddenly, I felt as if I was floating, a myriad of things appearing before me. Every clue was right before my eyes. I opened my eyes and was stunned to see the old woman standing before me again.
“You have succeeded. That’s why you are entitled to those ingredients, found in a field by a secluded lake on this mountain. Once you have them, take them home and do not look back,” commanded the old woman.
“Why is that, ma’am?” I inquired. “And may we know how much we owe for this ritual?”
“No one said this was a transaction. Just follow my instructions, and you will be safe and sound.”
“Safe and sound, you say,” Timothee mused, his tone laced with skepticism. “But every tale of magic and mystery comes with its price. What is it that you’re not telling us?”
The old woman’s eyes twinkled with a knowing light. “The price is not always in coin or labor, young man. Sometimes, it’s the courage to face the unknown, the resolve to not look back when every fiber of your being screams to do so.”
Healer Cruz, still radiant with the white light, stepped forward. “We are prepared for what lies ahead. Tell us, wise one, what should we expect upon this journey to the lake?”
The old woman leaned on her staff, her gaze drifting to the darkening sky.
“Expect the unexpected,” she said cryptically. “The path to the lake is fraught with illusions. Trust not your eyes, but your heart.”
“And what of the ingredients?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “What powers do they hold?”
“They are the key to a greater understanding, a bridge between worlds,” she replied, her voice as soft as the rustle of leaves. “But beware, for such power can be a beacon to forces unseen.”
Timothee clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. “We’ll take that risk. Our quest demands it.”
The old woman nodded solemnly. “Very well. But remember, the lake is a mirror of your soul. What you see there will reveal truths you may not wish to confront.”
We took her words to heart as we set out under the cloak of night, the moon our silent guardian. The forest whispered secrets as we passed, and the air grew thick with the scent of pine and ancient earth.
As we neared the lake, a fog descended, shrouding the path in mystery. Shapes moved within the mist, ethereal and fleeting. We pressed on, guided by the unwavering light of Healer Cruz.
The lake appeared before us, its waters still and reflective like glass. In its center, the field of ingredients glowed with an otherworldly luminescence.
“We must be swift,” Healer Cruz urged, her voice barely above a whisper.
We gathered the ingredients, each one thrumming with energy, and as we turned to leave, a voice echoed across the water.
“Remember your promise,” it said, a gentle yet stern reminder of the old woman’s words.
With hearts pounding, we walked away from the lake, resisting the urge to glance back at the magic we were leaving behind. But as we crossed the threshold back into the forest, a chilling wind blew, carrying a single, haunting question.
“What if we had looked back?”