Chapter 126: The Wild CEO

The cold wind bit into the marrow, howling through the desolate valley like the mournful cry of a wounded beast. Beneath the veil of a moonless night, the ancient stone ruins stood as jagged teeth against the horizon, long abandoned to the relentless encroachment of shadow and decay. Here, time seemed to have folded upon itself, leaving behind only the lingering scent of damp earth and the heavy, suffocating weight of silence. Somewhere in the distance, the faint, rhythmic tolling of a rusted iron bell echoed—a hollow summons to a congregation of ghosts that no longer had souls to answer.