Chapter 260: Distrust
The first thing I felt was the cold.
A cold I hadn't truly felt in a long time...
The air against my face sent a faint shiver down my neck. Then the whiteness filling my vision slowly took shape.
White towers reached toward the sky, rising among houses with closed doors. Snow had gathered on the shoulders of the faceless statues lining both sides of the road. A thin layer of ice covered the empty market stalls. The water in the fountain at the center of the square had frozen, and icicles hung from its edges down to the stone basin.
And beyond it all, at the top of the broad steps, stood an enormous castle...
The White City.
As my feet touched the white stones, I drew the cold air into my lungs. My breath misted in front of me as I took in the view I hadn't seen in so long.
Nothing had changed.
The streets were empty again. There were no shadows moving behind the windows, no sounds coming from the houses, not even a distant footstep.
I held out my hand.
