Chapter 2235 Haunted Grove Ablaze
- The cultivator threw back his head, laughter harsh and triumphant. “Show yourselves, spirits and phantoms! Return my companions before the blaze consumes your lair!”
- Smoke coiled upward, thickening fast. Yet the scent was wrong—less woodsmoke, more acrid rot—turning the air sour.
- Emrys drifted back to Adalinda’s side, brow furrowed, eyes never leaving the trembling canopy.