Chapter 120

Darlyn stepped into the bleak streets of Ovion City, a place devoid of life and hope. The air hung heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the lingering stench of poverty and desperation. Dilapidated buildings lined the worn-out roads, their weary facades telling stories of struggles and shattered dreams. The city seemed frozen in time, a forgotten corner where rogues and outcasts sought refuge.

As she approached the White's home, the sight before her was even more dismal than she had anticipated. The house stood in disarray, its weathered walls and crumbling structure bearing witness to years of neglect. The roof sagged under the weight of time, its once vibrant color faded to a muted gray. The gate, rusted and crooked, gave an eerie impression of a barricade warding off unwanted visitors.

A wave of revulsion washed over Darlyn as she stepped closer, the putrid odor assaulting her senses. She wrinkled her nose in disdain, but her determination remained unwavering. This rundown