The Coffin Beneath the Storm
Fiona had a bad feeling and felt that the silence in front of her was too strange. "Uncle Jadis, don't you think this place is a little strange?"
The faint crackling of the bonfire echoed softly beside the quiet lake.
Cold wind drifted through the forest, carrying with it a damp earthy smell mixed with the scent of ancient trees. The surrounding mountains stood like sleeping giants beneath the moonlight, silent and unmoving.
Too silent.
Even the water near the shore barely rippled.
Jadis frowned slightly at her words.
The old man slowly lifted his head and looked around carefully. His sharp eyes swept across the dark forest surrounding their camp, but after a while, he still found nothing unusual.
Jadis—was puzzled.
He stroked his beard lightly and said, "Fiona, have you become too sensitive recently?"
His tone was calm, but he still released a strand of spiritual perception quietly toward the surroundings.
Nothing.
No beast aura.
