Pandemonium

A raven. That was what he needed.

Kaden stared at the countless black-feathered birds perched along the skeletal remains of dead trees surrounding him from all sides. It took him about twelve hours but he was finally here at the graveyard.

The Graveyard—a patch of the forest where the air felt heavier, where the trees stood like rotting husks, their gnarled branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.

And with them, the ravens.

Dozens. Maybe more.

They weren't startled by his presence. They didn't scatter like ordinary birds would have. They simply watched. Their glossy black feathers shimmered faintly under the dim light, their sharp beady eyes locked onto him, unblinking.