Chapter 126 The Cost Of Survival
- The waystation rose from the ravine like a scar the land had never managed to heal.
- Stone arches leaned at tired angles, half-swallowed by creeping moss and black-veined roots. The walls bore the faded sigils of an older era—defensive wards etched by hands that had known war too intimately to romanticize it. Whatever kingdom had abandoned this place had done so in haste… or fear.