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Chapter 50: Ghosts in the Stone

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-05-13 17:47:41

Eva’s POV

We leave the training ground in tense silence.

The wind presses against my skin like an old memory—cold, familiar, and persistent. As we reach the crest of the hill, the castle comes into view: a jagged skeleton of stone and shadow, rising stubbornly against the grey sky.

This is where it all begins.

The fortress of Queen Sarah and King Lionel. A place built on vision and ended in fire. Now it stands crumbling, vines strangling its broken towers and ivy blanketing its stone bones. It is beautiful in the way ancient wounds are—quiet, weathered, waiting.

Theo walks beside me, silent as always, though I sense the tension in his shoulders. His gaze stays sharp, scanning for threats even when none appear. Sonia trails just behind, arms crossed, her pace cautious but steady. Her eyes narrow at every cracked wall and broken archway, her nose wrinkling like the dust personally offends her.

“This place gives me the creeps,” she mutters.

“Good,” I reply. “It means we’re close.”
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