Chapter 57 : A Town Frozen in Fear
It started with a shiver.
Not the cold kind. Not even the kind you got when someone dragged chalk across stone.
This was the kind of shiver that ran across the rooftops of a small town just waking from sleep, made birds flee their nests, and caused every dog in a two-mile radius to stop, look toward Elias's house, and whimper softly.
It wasn't just power.
It was presence.
And it was coming from a child in pajamas with a cookie crumb on her lip.
Rhea stood in the middle of the cobblestone street. Her eyes were blank.
Not glowing. Not burning.
Just... empty.
The Inquisitor, barely conscious after his tomato-themed flight from the previous Chapter, twitched where he'd been set down. He tried to lift his head and then groaned, "W-What... what is this space...?"
Because it wasn't the street anymore.