Without needing to even paddle, the boat moved steadily against the surface of the water, its sharp edge going through the hovering fogs and breaking through the denseness—only for the mists to cover them again. Belle could barely breathe as she did not like how dark the underwater was. She made sure not to look down and kept her eyes ahead, where it seemed like there was no end to the river.
Thankfully, they did not come across a single reaper, but then it was understandable, as Kuhn had told her the path the boat was moving through was different from the path where the reapers journey between the realms to carry souls.
He had said even he had never come through this way before, where the farther they went, the thicker the fog became and the less the moonlight was able to illuminate it, as though they were being buried deeper and deeper between layers of hazy mist.
The atmosphere became colder, and Belle would have ordered the boat to turn back if she did not have the strong, unexplainable feeling that they were headed the right way and that at the end of this journey, something was there.
"You have thirteen minutes," came Kuhn’s raspy voice.
For some reason, Belle did not feel as anxious as she thought she would at that announcement of her time here.
Kuhn continued to speak, "No matter what path you take, you must be careful of the cemeteries in this world. The Wretchlings reside there."
"The Wretchlings? What are they?" Belle asked without losing her focus with the boat.
"They are unseen dark spirits that have no form but desperately want one. They attach themselves to any living soul to gain a form and live among the residing souls in this land. They linger in the cemeteries, as graveyards are places still connected to the living world.
Each year, some humans are buried alive, believed to be dead. These people do not have their souls taken by the reapers, and so the Wretchlings host on them. If they sense a living person nearby, it will be even more than a soul, they will see a chance to fully possess a body."
Belle took in the information with a nod of her head. She was treading on a very thin path in this world, and any missteps might end her life. She couldn’t afford to be sighted by the reapers, nor could she afford to be in the wrong place. She must return to the living world in one piece in order to be able to save Rohan.
She looked ahead without blinking, trying to make out the direction the boat was going in, but the mist was just too thick. And before she was even prepared, the boat hit against something and came to a sudden stop, jolting her almost forward, but she quickly gripped the sides of the boat to steady herself.
The mists suddenly began to clear—not completely, just enough for her to see that the boat had hit against a shoreline. And when she turned to tell Kuhn that they had arrived, she noticed the creature had disappeared and was not inside the boat beside her.
For a moment, her heart stumbled within her chest at the thought that he had fallen into the river from the jolt, but then, when there was no sign of the surface of the water being disturbed, she knew he hadn’t fallen into the water.
She looked around for a moment, but knowing her time was ticking, Belle did not wait for Kuhn, as the creature always found her. She got down from the boat and hurriedly tied its rope at a stand, and she began to walk down the hard surface of the ground.
The moon was brighter here, bright enough to make her see that she was walking through what looked like a cemetery, with many tombstones where creepers had curled all around them. She came to a sudden stop.
Kuhn had warned her to be careful of the cemetery, but her unexplained instinct was directing her forward. She did not want to disturb any spirit or attract them, but then she couldn’t go back when she had a mission. And before she could talk herself into walking back, she began to walk forward.
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