My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 67: Guardian of Distortion

Perspective: Conrad Garnier

Yesterday's events weighed heavy on my conscience. Curiosity was getting the better of me. Normally I wouldn't care, but the thing I saw beneath that frozen sheet of ice, it's appearance, and the way it moved and seemingly disappeared, I couldn't seem to get that scene out of my mind.

Emilia, her lack of reaction, when she saw that thing, raised more questions in my mind.

As we went further deeper inside those ruins, we found ourselves in an old town or Village if one may call it.

As I walked through the desolate streets, a chilling breeze whispered through the hollow windows of the ruined buildings. I could Imagine these streets bustling with people, however now they stood as a haunting reminder of a forgotten era. I felt as if Shadows danced ominously across the cracked walls, casting eerie silhouettes that seemed to come alive in the sunlight. The air was heavy with a sense of loss and decay, as if the very essence of time had been frozen in this forsake