Chapitre 165: On the way to the Witch

They began the journey quietly, no one was really having a talk. Everyone was strayed in their own world; thinking about the ongoing circumstances. As usual, their faces didn't show any sign of excitement instead, everyone was sitting in their place quietly without doing many movements and with no expressions on their face. The atmosphere around them was actually stressed.

There was no discussion of plans and strategies which they were going to utilise in the war against the enemy, no general talks, no giggles, no excitement on their faces which they usually have when on an adventure. It was no fun adventure. Theo was just sitting quietly, massaging his injured arm slowly, he was mumbling a little bit and taking deep heavy breaths in between due to pain. His face was white and the area around his eyes had become black in colour; it seemed that he didn’t have a good sleep. Looking at him like that Milot asked Catherine in a whispering tone, “Psst!