Chapter 72: The Burden of Truth
The village was eerily quiet, as if it too felt the tension that lingered in the air. The winds that had once swept through the town like a refreshing breeze now carried with them a cold, foreboding chill. It wasn’t just the weather—it was something deeper. A sense of impending doom hung heavy, smothering every sound, every movement. Luna and Dante walked side by side, the weight of the world pressing down on them with every step they took.
The town, once vibrant and filled with the laughter and warmth of the villagers, now felt like a shadow of its former self. People no longer gathered in the town square, their daily routines disrupted by the events that had unfolded. The gates to the temple were closed, a silent sign that the place of worship had become
