Chapter 30 Thirty

• As they ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows seemed to grow thicker, and the air grew colder. Zion’s senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig making him tense with anticipation.
• Finally, they arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight. In the center stood a small, decrepit cottage, its windows boarded up and its roof sagging under the weight of years. The figure gestured toward the cottage. “Cavaller resides here. Approach with caution.”
• Zion nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He approached the cottage slowly, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. As he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking firmly.