Chapter 346: Whispers of Gods and Shadows

Vincent/Vaelthor

I kept my gaze fixed on Nancy, torn between wariness and curiosity as she gestured toward the fire crackling in her shadow-drenched parlor. The flames weren’t just flames—they writhed like restless spirits, their light carving ghostly patterns across walls crowded with dried herbs, glass vials, and crystals that pulsed faintly as though alive.