Chapter 245
- The oppressive cloak of night clung to the ancient woods, amplifying the rustle of leaves and the hooting of owls.
- Kier, stained with mud and exhaustion, finally came to a halt at a familiar clearing bathed in an eerie, moonlit glow. A wave of nausea washed over him at the haunting memories this place held.
- "Could the night possibly become any worse?" he rasped, barely containing the growl that left his throat.