Chapter 18

• Eamon's pov
• I stormed away from the sorcerer's hut, my mind a whirlwind of doubt and frustration. The sorcerer's vision had left me deeply unsettled to be honest, despite my initial skepticism. As I descended the mountain, my steps heavy with the weight of uncertainty, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of helplessness.
• Without a word, I stopped over at a nearby bar, the dimly lit interior offering a stark contrast to the blinding whiteness of the snow outside. I needed a drink to numb the turmoil in my mind, if only for a moment.