Chapter 142 The Forgotten Shrine

• The morning sun cast a golden glow over the open plains as the group pressed forward, their spirits somewhat renewed after the battle at the caravan. However, the landscape began to shift as they traveled further—a desolate stretch of land with crumbled stone structures and vines overtaking ruins that whispered of a forgotten past.
• Linnea stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the surroundings. “This area… it feels different.”
• “Different how?” Kael asked, his hand instinctively resting on his sword’s hilt.