The place was eerily quiet. They could barely see their surroundings through the thick fog. The cold wind seeped into their bones, making every step feel heavier. With each footstep, the crunching sound beneath them made them flinch.“I-I think we should go back, man,” Caloy whispered, his voice trembling. His grip on Zoriel’s arm was tight, almost desperate.Zoriel swallowed hard, forcing himself to appear brave. But the truth was, he too felt uneasy—his earlier courage seemed to have evaporated the moment they stepped into this strange atmosphere.“We can’t leave. Agnes still needs our help!” Zoriel insisted, though his voice quivered.Caloy’s eyes welled up. He wasn’t used to situations like this, and his knees wouldn’t stop shaking.They both froze when they heard a faint flapping sound from above.“What was that?” Caloy asked, tightening his grip on Zoriel’s arm.Zoriel didn’t answer. Instead, he tilted his head upward, listening intently. The flapping grew louder, like a massive