But as she expected, this place reeked with death. It was a strange feeling, not a smell. This cold, it wasn't because of the snow, but the chills of an inevitable demise.
How did she end up here? Yeah, Yog pulled her in. No, that wasn't what she was thinking about, that little goddess is almost polluting her mind. She was thinking about her past, the day she met Gojo for the first time.
Gojo had arrived in Alina alongside Gug and Vars long before Arad, and like his younger brother, Gojo too was a menace, causing trouble on his first day.
As he walked through the old tavern's door, everyone froze and looked. He was beautiful, strangely so. Tall, well built with just enough muscles around his frame, his eyes sparkled like gems, and his white hair flowed with the faintest of breezes, like it was fake.
