The peaceful village, once a place of eerie stillness, was now bustling with activity. Men and women hurried about, gathering supplies, reinforcing homes, and ensuring that every last trace of warmth was preserved. The bitter cold of winter was fast approaching, and everyone seemed determined to prepare.
But inside Catherine's house, a small group was focused on something far more important than the changing seasons.
A faint golden glow lingered in the air, fading as the last of the Silver Honey Hard Candies dissolved on the tongue of an elderly man. His eyes, once clouded with confusion, cleared, and realization dawned upon him. Another Grandmaster, who had been trapped in the village's curse, had finally regained his memories.
Tyler exhaled, rubbing his temple as he leaned against the wooden wall. "So that makes five… I didn't expect that the others had already died three times and lost their souls completely." His voice was low, tinged with exhaustion.
