After their narrow escape from the Demon King's fortress, Alex, Lena, and Roran traveled through the dense wilderness for several days. The tension from the revelations and the constant threat of the Demon King's forces weighed heavily on them, but they knew they had to keep moving. The dark truth the Demon King had shared haunted Alex, making every step feel heavier than the last. It wasn't just about survival anymore—there was something bigger at play, and he needed answers.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows of the trees lengthened, they stumbled upon an abandoned village. The buildings were crumbling, vines snaking their way through shattered windows, but it was clear this place had once been alive. Now, it was eerily silent, with nothing but the rustling of leaves and the occasional creak of wood breaking the stillness.
"This place gives me the creeps," Lena muttered, glancing around uneasily.
