Chapter 35: Magic
Jake didn’t like the fact that the Chosen were all forced into this death battle without their consent, even if it was for the betterment of the world as a whole.
He didn’t get why a being powerful enough to stop the Abyss would not just find a better way to fix everything. Did the Dark Dragon not care about the lives that are being lost to keep this balance he created?
He spent the rest of the journey thinking about this. Finally, after over three hours of traveling through the thick forest, they came out into the path to the small village.
The path led from the hill down into the village. It was surrounded by a stick wall that was collapsed in different places.
The houses looked dilapidated—torn roofs, broken walls—they had definitely seen better days.
There are farms leading up to the village, but there was no one inside. The plants were left there to dry. Jake looked through the back of the carriage.
"It seems they have abandoned their farming entirely," Jake said.
"The bandits must have made it pointless, but still, leaving it like this does make sense," Rion said. He pulled out three gloves from his storage and threw one at Jake.
"Cover your mark. Causing panic in the village won’t be good," he said. Jake wore the glove and covered his mark.
They finally made it to the gate of the town. The doors were open, so they rode inside. They could see people looking at them from the houses, but no one dared come out.
They came down from the carriage and looked around. "Seems the damage is bigger than we thought," Seer said.