It was on the third day of their journey that Countess Leona finally noticed something—an ominous glow on the ancient relic they carried, a small charm meant to lead them to the being they were after. The charm's faint glow signaled that they were close, and it gave the whole group a chill.
Falko, walking beside Countess Leona, grumbled, "Traveling out here has been brutal. Monsters everywhere… feels like they're getting bolder."
Leona nodded, her gaze fixed ahead. "This isn't normal. Something dangerous is out there, drawing all the monsters near. I fear it's more than just chance. This feels like a omen."
Falko understood what it meant for the Sommeral and the other surrounding villagers, but at the same time, he had another problem he had to deal with.
