Chapter 168 The Ruins Of Greystone

• The once-thriving village of Greystone now lay in ruins, its homes reduced to charred skeletons of wood and stone. Smoke still rose faintly from some of the wreckage, filling the air with the acrid scent of destruction.
• Erynn clung tightly to Kael’s cloak, his small frame trembling as they approached the village center. “This… this is where they came from,” he stammered, pointing toward the remnants of what appeared to be a shrine.
• Kael crouched to examine the ground, his sharp eyes scanning the area. The soil was scorched, blackened in unnatural patterns that seemed to twist and writhe. “It’s like the forest,” he muttered.