Chapter 290 - Meeting Point

The road seemed narrower that morning, as if the world around them were closing in on them. The group moved forward in silence, figures shrouded in black, hooded cloaks, masks obscuring half their faces. The soft gold of the rising sun couldn't break the oppressive aura emanating from them—ordinary travelers would never wear disguises so steeped in mystery. But that was the intention: to appear unremarkable. To become strange enough that no one dared ask questions.