The cemetery was shrouded in an eerie silence.
The kind that made the hair on the back of one's neck stand on end.
Noah stood among the rows of weathered gravestones.
His black hoodie shielding his face from the cold wind.
His breaths were visible in the frigid air as he inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.
The condensation mingling with the faint mist that lingered around the tombstones.
With a swift motion, he pulled down his hood.
Revealing a mess of jet-black hair and piercing yellow eyes that gleamed faintly in the dim light of the moon.
His gaze swept across the desolate scene before him.
Taking in the faint, pulsating red glow that seemed to emanate from the soil.
The cold intensified, and the faint smell of decay wafted into his nostrils, making his stomach churn.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, steadying his nerves.
"Draven wouldn't mind me farming some plot points here...
