Chapter 316. To the Dark Horizon
The peaceful village, once a place of eerie stillness, was now bustling with activity. Men and women hurried about, gathering supplies, reinforcing homes, and ensuring that every last trace of warmth was preserved. The bitter cold of winter was fast approaching, and everyone seemed determined to prepare.
But inside Catherine’s house, a small group was focused on something far more important than the changing seasons.
A faint golden glow lingered in the air, fading as the last of the Silver Honey Hard Candies dissolved on the tongue of an elderly man. His eyes, once clouded with confusion, cleared, and realization dawned upon him. Another Grandmaster, who had been trapped in the village’s curse, had finally regained his memories.
Tyler exhaled, rubbing his temple as he leaned against the wooden wall. "So that makes five... I didn’t expect that the others had already died three times and lost their souls completely." His voice was low, tinged with exhaustion.
Of the many who had been ensnared by the village’s curse, only five had been saved. The rest—powerful grandmasters, who are capable of ruling an organisation in South—had perished, their souls consumed by the village and become complete illusion.
One of the Grandmasters placed a reassuring hand on Tyler’s shoulder. "It’s alright. This is the Abyss. We already expected death."
That did little to ease the weight in Tyler’s heart, but he nodded anyway.
Another Grandmaster, still in awe of his restored clarity, turned to Mathilda with curiosity. "How did you make this... Silver Honey Hard Candy?"
Mathilda puffed out her chest proudly. "Hah! Simple alchemy stuff. I just concentrated the honey more and amplified its effects fivefold." She smirked. "Nothing too complicated."
The Grandmaster chuckled. "Simple, Madam says. You make it sound like it wasn’t a miracle."
Mathilda grinned, clearly pleased with herself.