Chapter 429 Shadows That Walk a New Road — The Town of Ravenhull and Traces of the Past
The morning at the port of Vernesya didn't feel like a farewell. The sea shimmered, and the mist had not yet risen. A small boat sailed slowly northward, carrying two passengers known by only a few but longed for by a world that had yet to fully recognize them.
Amid the waves and gentle winds, a faint sound occasionally drifted through the air, like a whisper from the spirits that may dwell in the depths of the sea, reminding them that this journey was not merely physical, but laden with spiritual significance. The wind brought the scent of salt and mystery, shrouding all sadness and replacing it with an endless feeling, as if the destination was not just a place, but a forgotten memory sent through time.
Joanna sat at the stern of the boat, her wings concealed beneath a long coat. Rui stood on the left side of the boat, gazing at the horizon.
"We're really leaving this peaceful place," she said softly.
Joanna responded without turning her head.
"We never leave peace. We carry it with us."
As if absorbing those words, the wind gently encircled them, delivering the ancient promises of another world. In the sky, gray clouds drifted like a black-and-white image foretelling an untold story, heightening the tension in the air.
Four days later, the boat arrived at an ancient walled city called Ravenhull.
Perched on a high cliff, the city is constructed from black stone adorned with creeping vines, resembling a fortress protecting a world that has nearly forgotten the outside. The pointed rooftops of aged iron and stained glass embellish the city skyline, reflecting the permanent orange glow of dusk in the northern sky. Amidst the historic buildings that stand proudly, shadows of crows flit by, as if they bear silent witness to the passage of time and the secrets buried within every corner.