Chapter 48: Traitor of Albion(1/?)

"Come on, we've finally arrived!"

After a two-week journey, they had finally reached Gwyndor. The withered leaves gave off an ominous feeling.

Simon's eyes calmly scanned the surroundings. His gaze narrowed with a sense of unease. He didn't feel good. "I feel strange... Something seems different here."

Hearing Simon's words, Frank frowned, his eyes wandering over the withered trees and the greenery that had lost its color. "This place seems to live up to its reputation, Simon. Creepy and vile. What were you expecting? A paradise?"

Simon shook his head in denial. He had prepared himself for what he would face, but still, he hadn't expected it to be this ominous. Could they really live here?

"Anyway, let's set up the tents without thinking too much. We don't have much time."

With two hours left until sunset, it would be good to settle in by then. Frank looked at Simon expectantly, observing what he would do.