Chapitre 689: Eldoria Mountains

The group of adventurers left the desolate village behind and returned to their carriage.

The freezing night air cut through the blades, and snowflakes continued to fall from the gloomy skies. The dark clouds seemed to portend more misfortune, and a sense of unease crept into their hearts. Soon, the village became just a blur of sadness in the carriage's rear-view mirror. Once a community of unity, it was now in ruins, its houses abandoned and its streets silent. There was no sign of human life, only the occasional howl of wolves echoing through the frosty air.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was heavy with uncertain thoughts. Inside the carriage, Jayaa was trying to make conversation to lighten the mood, while outside Kaizen was telling Xisrith everything that had happened. And like him, she recognized the name mentioned by the apple thief.

"Isn't that name...?" She asked, looking at him.

Kaizen nodded, clearly serious.