Chapter 67: Firelight Truths
Here, the wind was soft, the grass warm beneath their feet, the trees thick and quiet, shielding them from the eyes of the world.
They set a small, simple camp: a single fire, a few folded blankets spread across the ground, no tents, no fanfare, nothing that would draw attention from patrols or travelers.
Bart and Mike took positions at the edge of the clearing, pretending to stand watch, but mostly just curious, their gazes drifting back to the fire every few seconds.
Mimi sat cross-legged on a blanket, her water magic calm but alert, glowing faintly at her fingertips as she kept watch for any strange spiritual presence.
Sister Mary stayed close to the fire, her nun's hood pushed back, her eyes often drifting back to the Ghost, as if she couldn't bear to look away.
Hannah sat across from him, the egg still resting in her palm, its faint pulse a constant reminder of the danger it carried.
