Chapter Nineteen: Unseen Threats

The silver moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the sleeping village of Overa. In the shadows of the night, the tension between the newly transformed men and the holy gatherers was palpable. Meme and Ivy stood a distance away from the men’s camp, their faces masked with concern and vigilance. The soft hum of the wind carried their whispered conversations, but the weight of suspicion was thick between them.

The men, though human now, had come from a place of darkness and deceit, and trust was something that would not come easily.

Meme narrowed her eyes, keeping her voice low. “They’re hiding something,” she whispered to Ivy, her gaze scanning the gathered men, who lay resting by the campfire. “I can feel it.”