The village seemed to hold its breath as Kael and Klee moved through the ruined alleys. The fog surrounded them like a living curtain, vibrating with remnants of cursed mana that seeped through the cracks in the stones and the walls of the broken buildings. The silence was broken only by the muffled sound of Klee's footsteps on the mud and Kael's ragged breathing, still wounded.
They didn't say a word for several minutes. There was something in the air—a distinct presence, as if they were being watched by unblinking eyes that judged their every step. And then Klee stopped abruptly.
"Kael... look at that."
He followed her gaze.
