Chapter 16 Rare!
- Author's POV'
- The sky wore a shroud of brooding charcoal, clouds sprawling across the heavens like ink spilled on parchment. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of rain yet to fall, and the faint whispers of a restless wind curled through the barren trees.
- Shadows danced and deepened, casting the world in hues of muted gray and silver, as if mother-nature herself was holding her breath.