Chapitre 93: Mysterious mark

The morning sun cast long shadows over the clearing as Seraphina and I gathered the villagers. Despite the lingering fear and tension, there was a palpable sense of determination. We needed answers, and we needed them quickly. The village's safety depended on it.

I took a deep breath and addressed the villagers. "We need to know everything you saw or heard about the attackers. Any detail, no matter how small, could help us."

The villagers looked at each other, hesitant at first. Then, a young woman stepped forward, her face pale but resolute. "I saw them from my window," she said, her voice trembling. "They were dressed in dark cloaks, and they moved quickly, like they knew exactly where to go."

"Did you see their faces?" Seraphina asked gently.

The woman shook her head. "No, their hoods were pulled low. But one of them had a strange walk, like he was limping."