Chapter 232: We’re All Gonna Die

Sylvia communicated with the half-dead goblin, her face paling with each response.

The creature's voice was hoarse and grating, its words broken and guttural, but the message was clear enough.

As it spoke, it gestured toward the violet light on the distant horizon.

The glow had spread from the south to the north, blanketing the entire region—except for the western sky, which was an ominous shade of gray. There, bleak-looking mountains loomed in the distance.

Slightly off to the south, another mountain stood, isolated. Even from here, Damon felt an unnatural sense of dread just looking at it.

Sylvia took a deep breath, her expression ashen.

"Hush Hush refers to whispers…" she murmured.

She hesitated before continuing.

"The reason he likened it to death… is because right behind us, beyond those dwarf mountains and ridges… lies the Whispering Forest."

Damon's jaw tightened.

He exhaled slowly.