Chapter 261: The Tempest Cradle

He nodded respectfully to Daxion before heading toward the village's main street.

The village was still quiet, but he could sense the shift in energy from the residents that were beginning to stir. Everyone had slept deeply, free from the terror of abyssal demons for the first time in two weeks.

Now, as the few slowly emerged from their homes, there was a subtle air of relief — an atmosphere far removed from the tension and anxiety he had encountered upon his arrival.

It was easy to find his destination as it was the only place with a fire and coals releasing its smoke into the air. The Boar's Head Inn came into view as he landed in front, its sign swaying gently in the breeze from his arrival as the scent of roasted meat filled his nose. Lassim entered and was greeted by the innkeeper, a burly man with a warm grin.