Chapter 170 Whispers Of The Ruins

• The northern mist thickened as the group ventured deeper into the marsh. The air grew colder, each breath forming visible puffs in the dim glow of Ariella’s staff. The whispers became louder, an eerie symphony that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
• Erynn clutched his dagger tightly, his knuckles white. “Do you think that woman was a ghost?” he whispered to Ariella.
• “She was more likely a spirit tied to this place,” Ariella replied, her voice calm but firm. “Not all spirits mean harm, but they always have a purpose.”