Genevieve shivered at those words. She couldn't fathom what it would be like to lose one's life or soul. She felt fear and confusion.
"So, what should we do now?" Genevieve asked, her voice trembling.
Quer and Moland exchanged glances once more. "We need to rest now, young lady. We're tired from running from the church. We need to gather our strength for tomorrow," Quer said gently.
"Tomorrow? What's going to happen tomorrow?" Genevieve inquired.
"We will look for a way out of this village, young lady. We must leave before those shadows find us again," Moland said with determination.
Genevieve nodded, "Alright, I'll rest now." She contemplated her situation, her mind full of worries. She was ready to put her head down and forget her troubles.
