Capítulo 82: A Heart Without a Soul

The sky was obscured by grey clouds, making it impossible for the sun to shine. There was a gloomy blanket covering the Forest of the Damned. The trees began to dance, mimicking their puppeteer's movements as the wind blew.

The cold draft was feeding Hope's insecurities. She was not accustomed to reconsidering her decisions or pondering if they were the right ones. Hope didn't have the time to reach a conclusion as Agatha interrupted her thoughts. "We have reached our destination."

There was a small clearing right in front of them. A stone carved in a weird shape stood in the middle of it. It looked like an enormous tall glass, its upper edges reaching Hope's chest. The lower part of the stone was neatly turned into a thin pillar, resembling a leg.