“Are you sure it wasn’t haunted?” Athisa asked, her eyes scanning the foggy path ahead as their horses moved slowly toward the village.
“Please, ghosts aren’t even real,” Leon replied with a small laugh.
“Well, you can’t be sure about that,” Athisa said, raising an eyebrow. “After all, the Goddess made us and all the beasts. Who’s to say she can’t make ghosts too?” she added.
Leon opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t think of a good reply. He frowned and looked away, feeling defeated.
“They aren’t real,” Flint added, shaking his head.
“Oh really?” Athisa shot back. “Do you have proof?” she added. Flint smirked and leaned forward on his horse.
“You’ll see later.”
Before Athisa could say more, Dwayne turned in his saddle and gave her a sharp look.
“Come on, don’t be too loud. We
