“Is this Nigrack?” Miley felt the eerie smoke mixed with winds pass by her as their ship approached the shore of Nigrack. The oceans seemed to weep, the shore screeching in agony, dark clouds slashing even an ounce of light that tried to escape through the clouds. The whole place was steaming with mist and black fog.
“Indeed. Nigrack has always been like this. Uninviting, unforgiving and unpredictable.” Axel glanced at Miley. Miley flinched and looked at him. “You better not let your guards down here. This place has never been inviting and I think it has some special enmity with you.”
Miley peered at him, tensed eyebrows. Beads of precipitation slid down Miley’s forehead as she gulped.
“Hey, hey! Stop! Why are you making her so nervous?” Desiree tried to hit Axel’s head, but he ducked
