The directions were simple enough. Down the winding road, past a grove of crooked pines, and then left by the old water tower.
They found it soon after: the supposed Mirasol farm.
It wasn't much to look at. A sagging fence, a squat farmhouse with peeling paint, a weathered barn tilted at the edges like it was tired of standing. No sign of life. No cattle. Not even the sound of birds.
Hermes pulled the van up against the ditch, killed the engine, and frowned. "Well… this is cheery."
Magni leaned forward from the back seat, face pressed against the glass. "Where are the cows? You said the golden man mentioned about his father raising cattle. I wished to pet them."
"There aren't any," Ymir muttered.
He'd already unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out onto the gravel. His eyes darted to the surrounding land, then narrowed on the empty windows.
"And I don't like that. Either Paragon is a big fat liar or…. There's something deeper going on here."
