Chapter 392: The Weight of Suspicion (4)

Despite his confinement, he experienced a sense of safety for some unexplainable reason.

The rickety wooden shack, the wary eyes of the guards, and the makeshift village nestled high among the trees all provided a barrier against the terrifying thaids that lurked outside. Still, it was a tenuous barrier at best.

The beastly nightmares that roamed the woods appeared to be a great distance away from him at that moment since they were kept at bay by the watchful eyes of the villagers.

This feeling only amplified as the night drew close, enveloping the village in a curtain of darkness. Even despite his rough surroundings, his dangerous situation, and the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Most of that was due to the fact that, for just one night, at least, he knew he was going to sleep soundly for once, as here, in the heart of the village, surrounded by watchful eyes and tall, sturdy trees, he was shielded from the dangers of the wilderness. For now, at least, he was safe.