Hello again, Author here.
A little notice, the next few chapters are going to be quite dark. Sail at your own risk!
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As of earlier, the forest was entirely silent, not even the sound of whistling wind was present.
Now, the only thing that Bevryth's ears focused on was the sobs and whimpers coming from her family members being tied to the ice spikes without being able to do anything. However, she picked up another foreign sound, that seized her ears—forcing her to focus on whatever the sound was.
It was a bone-chilling, distant repetitive crackle of ice forming and breaking.
Each time it resounded, Bevryth's blood ran colder.
Moreover, it's interspersed with a hollow moan that rises and falls with a haunting rhythm.
Bevryth was rooted in her spot as she noticed as the sound got closer—the shadows around her seemed to dance and creep closer to her being as if whatever the sound came from was able to excite intangible things like shadows.
