Adrian stepped into the village, and his first impression was simple—it looked primitive.
Just like what he had seen in his dreams.
The houses were made of mud and straw, worn down and fragile. Everything looked poor and underdeveloped, completely unlike the city he had come from.
There were no guards at the entrance—and even if there had been, they wouldn't have been able to stop him anyway.
He didn't rush in. Instead, he took his time, scanning the area to see if anyone lived here. But before he could peek into a nearby house, a voice stopped him.
"Not there."
Adrian froze. It felt like… that voice was directed at him.
He turned toward it and saw a woman staring straight at him.
"Huh?" He blinked, unsure. He looked behind himself, but there was no one else around.
She was definitely looking at *him.*
Her dark eyes locked onto his. She wore a white gown that touched the ground, her tangled hair fell over her shoulders, and her back was slightly bent with age.
