Chapter 213 Nymbrax
The Volanthis River flows sluggishly, mirroring the profound sadness that surrounds Rinoa, who cradles Fitran's lifeless body in her arms. The once crisp morning air has turned frigid, chilling to the bone, as though nature itself mourns with her, sensing the heavy sorrow that blankets the atmosphere.
Plip.
Plip.
Mysterious droplets descend upon the tranquil surface of the water—not from rain, but resembling tears wept by a grieving sky. As mist begins to seep in from the shadowy trees lining the riverbank, it thickens slowly, enveloping everything in a dense shroud, amplifying the heart-wrenching ambiance.
Rinoa's frantic gaze darts around, her heart heavy with fear, as if ominous shadows lurk in every darkened corner of her vision.
"Fitran... there's something around us!" she whispers urgently, her voice barely a breath, strangled by the weight of tension saturating the air.
Fitran, caught in a half-conscious state, attempts to rise despite the heavy burden of his body. Rinoa's hand shoots out, anxiously restraining him with a grip that speaks of her desperation.
"Don't... you haven't recovered, I will—"
But before she can finish her plea, the sounds around them vanish. They don't merely fade; they are completely gone, as if an unseen force has snatched the essence of sound from the world, leaving a suffocating silence that amplifies the chilling panic amidst the encroaching fog.