Chapter 228 The Ancient Ruins

• The Bloodwood Forest was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, each step heavier than the last. Ariella led the way now, her staff glowing faintly to illuminate the path. The oppressive silence was broken only by the rustling of unseen creatures and the occasional mournful wail that seemed to echo from nowhere.
• "Does anyone else feel like we’re walking straight into a trap?" Calista muttered, her sharp eyes scanning the forest.
• "It’s not a feeling," Eamon replied grimly. "It’s a fact. The Bloodwood isn’t just cursed—it’s alive. It knows we’re here."