Chapter 65: The blind man’s curse I
It had now been seven days since their departure from the Island of Gynē, and the crew knew it was time to anchor their ship at a nearby island to replenish their supplies.
The people were growing restless, and even Loki, a calm bird by nature, was starting to show signs of anxiety.
Ceremus took note of their unease, sensing that Hael, too, was worried for his friend. He instructed the crew to stop at an island to rest and breathe in some fresh air. Fortunately, they were approaching a small island in the distance.
Upon disembarking, they took in the beautiful sights before them. Despite its small size, the island had a charming beach stretching across the land. This time, the crew decided to gather the necessary supplies first, leaving exploration and relaxation for later. Hael, Ceremus, and Loki remained behind, their eyes wandering over the isle.
The white-haired giant inhaled the salty ocean air, the wind tousling his silvery locks as he sighed in quiet relief. The king observed him from afar, a light smile tugging at his lips. Yet, as he gazed at the water, an uncanny feeling crept over him—it looked strangely familiar. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched the waves crash into the sand.
A sudden urge struck him—he needed to leave the beach.
"Hael," he called, his voice tinged with urgency. The young man turned to face the king. "Let's go already," was all he said before striding toward a path leading into the woodlands.
Hael and Loki exchanged glances before casting one last look at the ocean and following suit.
As they ventured into the dense woods, Loki's keen eyes immediately spotted a little hut nestled inconspicuously at the forest's edge, partially concealed by a towering tree.