♱ Chapter • 42 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

That place was exactly how Asra spoke. Pain, bones and ashes. In all my existence I did not think I would see something so depressing again.

"What really happened here?"

She sighed.

"They didn’t have enough young people for the tribute" murmured "so they killed all...