Chapter 58 Whispers in the Unknown

The Scholar remained crouched at the base of the monolith, his heart hammering against his ribs. The unsettling silence stretched on, broken only by the chirping of unseen insects returning to their nocturnal chorus. Had Friesland and Elizabeth managed to evade the creature? Dread gnawed at his insides, a cold fist twisting his gut. He forced himself to rise, his old bones groaning in protest. Every fiber of his being urged him to flee, to seek refuge deeper in the forest. But the symbols on the monolith, glowing faintly with a renewed blue light, held him captive. With trembling hands, he traced the intricate lines, his mind straining to decipher their meaning. The language, a fragment of the Watchers' tongue he had encountered in the artifact, seemed to pulse with a faint energy, whispering secrets on the wind. As he delved deeper into the inscription, a sense of clarity washed over him. It wasn't just a random collection of symbols; it was a map, a crude layout of the surrounding