My heart feels like it's made of stone as it gets battered by the freezing winds of grief and misery sweeping through the dungeon. The sight of Shiloah transforming into a wendigo is one that continues to haunt my nightmares. Erwein is a source of comfort for me, her embrace serving as a shaky haven amidst the pain we both experience.
"Erwein, I see what you're saying," I mutter through tear-soaked lashes as I check our surroundings to make sure no one is listening in on our conversation. "I see her turn into a wendigo," I say, my voice shaking as I ensure no one is eavesdropping. Urania, Parcy, and Pamela, along with Ulyvis, are deep in conversation as they compete for the position, and the atmosphere is tense.
Erwein's response is composed and serene, a striking contrast to the chaos g
