Chapter 117 The Price Of Secrets

Ravenglen was a town that existed beyond mere towns. It was where time had passed by slower, the past and present mixing together like the twisted branches of the trees that surrounded the town. Seraphine felt its gravity as soon as she set foot onto the cracked cobblestone roads, her boots tapping on the uneven road surface. The fog that swept in off the forests, wet and dense, stuck to her flesh like an intruder. She felt as if the town itself were observing her, its stillness, thick and unbroken, bearing down from all sides. Ash walked ahead down the winding road, his steps steady but slow. They hadn't talked much on the drive into Ravenglen, and now, even as they walked, words weren't needed. The tension between them had turned into something tangible, an unspoken understanding that whatever they were about to encounter here, it wouldn't be easy. The town itself seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for something to occur.