Lucian and Ryan knew a lot of things. The only problem was that they couldn't tell him, and Silvanus did no intend to entrust everything to them when he didn't even know who they were.
Just who were they?
It was almost a question without an answer.
Silvanus relaxed slightly as he walked back toward the campfire, his expression quickly returning to normal, though tinged with a hint of caution.
After all, the villagers were just too strange—he couldn't afford not to be wary.
By now, the villagers had stopped dancing and were sitting in an orderly circle around the campfire.
Families grouped, all frail and grey, looking like walking skeletons.
The worst was probably the children, with their bloated bellies and faces full of hunger, exhaustion, and illness.
Most of them were either cradled in their mothers' arms or sitting listlessly to the side, completely lifeless.
Even knowing this was just a dungeon, Silvanus truly felt that this cursed village should vanish.
