Chapter 57
*Dacian*
We move slowly through the palace. Our ears are on alert for any sound, keeping an eye out. But all I hear is the tense breathing and footfall of three large wolves.
I walk half a head in front of the others, Solstraale on my left, Maaneskin on my right. But it is mostly a protective thing, Achak doesn’t feel in charge, he mostly feels like their bodyguard, and he is happy about it.
Even the fairy seems slightly agitated, fluttering nervously down the long deserted hallways, letting out nervous little tingling sounds, like a bell held by a person shaking with nerves.
There is a depressed feeling over the place, it almost feels like it closes around you and seeps into you. If my mom's palace needed a loving hand, this place looks like it mostly needs to be burned to
