"Hmm?"

Grace whipped around, staring at Dustin with confusion written across her face.

He wasn't admiring the breathtaking view like the others. His sharp eyes swept across the valley like a predator searching for weakness, cold and penetrating.

"Don't believe everything you see," he said. "While the spiritual energy here is abundant, it feels scattered and lacks a solid foundation. The music is too flawless to be natural. And the air, the flowers, and the mist… Don't they feel too artificial