Chapter 170 Whispers Of The Ruins

The northern mist thickened as the group ventured deeper into the marsh. The air grew colder, each breath forming visible puffs in the dim glow of Ariella’s staff. The whispers became louder, an eerie symphony that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Erynn clutched his dagger tightly, his knuckles white. “Do you think that woman was a ghost?” he whispered to Ariella.