Chapter 114: The Girl in Black Mist, the Two-Headed Hound

A region lay under endless Black Mist, and at its heart stood a village-dead, desolate, falling apart. The houses were squat and dilapidated, a picture of poverty. On the village's western side ran a north-south river. It was wide and winding, the water black as ink, as if Ghoul Energy had thickened to the point it became killing water. Even the soil along its banks was pitch-dark. It felt sinister, wicked-like the River of Forgetfulness in hell-enough to make one's scalp prickle. A bridge spanned...