Chapter 14

The abandoned city, already brimming with eerie, unsettling energy, became even more unnerving after the appearance—and vanishing—of the spectral figure.

Drogo gripped his arakh tightly with both hands, the blade nearly slipping from his grasp due to the tension. Glancing sideways at Irri, who had collapsed to the ground in terror, he steeled his nerves and barked a command without looking back:

"Warriors, take your positions! Stand guard and prepare for battle!"