Chapter 165: Storm
Benalu City, high noon.
The streets, which should have been bustling with carriages and noise, were now sparse with pedestrians, the atmosphere cold and desolate.
Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut as if avoiding some invisible plague; only squads of fully armed military police and church executors in white robes moved with hurried steps, giving the entire city a sense of an impending storm.
In this ominous silence, somewhere in the slums of the Black Harbor District, within a cramped, moldy room with peeling walls, Samantha was holding her breath, using secret magical perception to monitor everything around her.
Fearful whispers from all directions, filled with various unpleasant epithets, poured into her ears without missing a single word.
Cult leader.
Old witch.
An ugly monster that eats children, a heartless old lunatic...
Those cloudy, bloodshot eyes snapped open, and Samantha's face showed a mix of gloom and confusion.