Archer flew toward the mountains as he informed the girls of what was happening, he flew for an hour before spotting the town.
Spread out below was a town, once vibrant and full of life, now marred by an ominous aura. Dark clouds seemed to cling to the structures, casting an eerie shadow over the streets.
He squinted, taking in the details. Buildings that were once homes and shops now stood desolate and worn.
The once-bustling streets were silent, devoid of the usual sounds of laughter and activity. He descended to the ground.
Shadows converged at every corner, elusive forms that materialized and dissolved with every blink.
Amidst the decaying windows, a fleeting pale, silvery light flickered, suggesting the presence of spectral inhabitants who might still wander the town's alleys.
