Chapter 752
The closer they drew to the lake, the more skeletal the trees became. It wasn’t because it was winter. They looked as though they had caught some disease and were slowly dying.
“Damn it…”
When a faint mist began creeping over the ground, Miguel, walking beside Moro, moved his lips and muttered the curse under his breath.
Ian, seated in the saddle, merely glanced down at him from beneath his hood and said nothing.
Step… step…
The others following behind were just as silent.
It wasn’t because they were wary of the surroundings, which were growing increasingly ominous. Right now, they wore blindfolds pulled low over their eyes, their heads slightly bowed, walking wordlessly like prisoners as the rope guided them forward.
—You can feel it too, can’t you? They’re still watching us, my friend.
Just as expected, it hadn’t taken long after they entered the basin for the sensation of a gaze laced with magic to begin.