Chapitre 67: The Past Arise

"Are we really safe now?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible as they walked away from the remnants of the village. The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, yet doubt still lingered in her heart.

Max glanced at her, the warmth of the dawn light contrasting sharply with the chill of their recent encounter. "I think we are," he replied, though uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "But we can't let our guard down. Not yet."

As they continued along the narrow path, the air was crisp and fresh, yet shadows still clung to the trees like lingering memories. Elara walked beside them, her presence a comforting reminder that they were not alone.

"What if the darkness comes back?" Sarah asked, biting her lip. "What if it finds us again?"

"We'll be ready," Max reassured her, taking her hand firmly. "We've faced it once. We can face it again."