Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Marcus's POV Three days had passed since we returned to Thornwick, and I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking through someone else's life. Everything looked the same—the weathered stone buildings, the familiar faces of merchants calling their wares, the steady rhythm of daily existence—but it all felt somehow thin, like a painting that might tear if I pressed too hard against it. I stood at the window of the inn, watching children play in the square below. They'd fashioned wooden swords from broken cart slats and were reenacting what they imagined our battle had been like. Their version involved far more dramatic death scenes and considerably fewer philosophical crises about the nature of divinity. "You're brooding again," Callista said from behind me. I turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, her bow unstrung and slung across her shoulder. She'd been restless too, these past few days. We all had. "Just thinking," I said. "About what comes next." Sh