As Klaus ventured nearer to the village, a mounting pressure seemed to permeate the very atmosphere, intertwining with an undeniable sense of unease. His gaze lifted, fixating on Margaret, who strode ahead with an air of determination, her hands clenched into tight fists. The air surrounding her grew chillingly cold, sending a shiver down Klaus's spine. In that moment, their connection felt strained, as if an invisible barrier had erected itself between them.
Valeria, walking beside Klaus, caught his glance and responded with a rough smile, a facade that barely masked an undercurrent of tension. His throat tightened, and he instinctively shifted his gaze away, unable to hold her gaze for long. Determined to push forward, Klaus mustered his resolve and stepped into the heart of the village.
