Chapter 252 Testing Her Hand, Fishing Someone Out The Inner Source Circle was dark and damp, danger lurking everywhere. In the scorched black forest, deathly stillness hung in the air. There was no trace of human voices, only the ceaseless rise and fall of insect cries, which sounded especially jarring in the stagnant, deathlike quiet. The charred trees were grotesque, their long twisted branches swaying as if they were ghostly hands beckoning. Just the sight of them in the distance was enough to…