CHAPTER V: SHORES OF SECRECY (6)
The prince took a bitter swallow, raised his face, and began his walk towards the path lined with dark and dry trees. In the darkness of the night, on the way to the distant waters. On the way to hidden love. The witch turned, full of hope for what her extended vision could perceive; her hunches were bad, but her hopes were still vivid. She looked out at the nearby waters, and they were still murky, but bubbling. An evil path was closing in on its prey. A presence rose from the spiritual shadows of the forest.
There they toured the attacking company from the north. The one that approached more and more like a mitigating past towards the lagoons of secrecy. The gods followed the downward path, albeit slow and exact, among the shadowy path that the goblins
