There was no beast to be fought at the turning point to the Resurrection Ground, which Belladonna was most grateful for.
Then finally, she was here.
The place that promised to bring back everything to perfection in her life, only that it looked nothing like she had expected.
She didn't even know what she had expected but certainly it wasn't a wooden bridge that had everything starting from the middle of it, concealed in a fog.
The air was strange, it made her nostrils dry and it felt like the wind was whispering.
Heart pounding, she took a step on the bridge and immediately a voice spoke from the fog, making her come to a halt.
“Another Wanderer.” From the fog a lantern appeared mid air and a flame sparked to life in it, providing light. Still that light was too light for her to see into the mist. “Tell me, who is it that you seek?”
No one appeared to her yet, it felt like the mist itself was the one speaking to her. The voice was ghostly and cold.
