Chapter 425

Arriving at the village square, Jude and Sara were met with the sight of flickering lanterns and the distant murmur of voices. The villagers, unaware of the dark forces that loomed on their doorstep, went about their nightly routines.

"We'll start with the village elder," Sara suggested, her eyes fixed on a modest cottage at the edge of the square. "He's wise and well-respected. Perhaps he can offer guidance."

Together, they approached the elder's cottage, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path. Jude rapped gently on the weathered door, his heart pounding with anticipation.

After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing a stooped figure with kind eyes and a weathered face. "Good evening, travelers," the elder greeted, his voice warm with hospitality. "What brings you here at this late hour?"