Chapter 839 Falling From The Sky

• Elsewhere, Gareth and his small party went deeper into Spirit Valley, the pale mist curling around their ankles like grasping hands.
• Along the way, they passed carcass after carcass—some still warm, some already stiff—grim milestones that slowed every step and tightened every throat.
• Even Claire, usually all bright flame and forward motion, kept her sword hand hovering close to the hilt, amber eyes sweeping every shadow.