The group lingered in silence, their eyes fixed on a faint glimmer of light piercing through the heavy fog and pitch-black night.
"People?" Ayla asked, her voice laced with doubt, as if even the suggestion felt too far-fetched.
"Maybe..." Vale murmured, his voice low. His gaze remained locked on the distant light, unable—or unwilling—to look away.
A knot of unease tightened in his chest. The idea of finding people in the demon realm was more of a fantasy than a possibility. Its vast, treacherous landscape had swallowed many. Those who sought survival by searching for others were often the first to die.
"Only one way to find out," Dain said with a shrug.
The others exchanged quiet glances and nodded. With no clear goal and no known destination, chasing the light might be their only path forward. But which way should they go?
