Chapter 126 Veil Of Secrets

• The journey deeper into the Shifting Isles grew more perilous with every passing hour. The dense fog seemed almost alive, curling around the ship like ghostly fingers. Strange sounds echoed in the distance—whispers carried by the wind or perhaps the echoes of ancient voices lost to the sea.
• Linnea, ever vigilant, barked orders to her crew, her confidence a thin veil over the tension that gripped everyone. The ship creaked and groaned as if sharing in their unease.
• “Something isn’t right,” Ariella murmured, standing at the bow with Kael.