Chapter 139 Bringing down the villian

Anya remained silent for a moment, her face a mask of worry. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she mumbled, "Alright, but be careful. The Rusty Anchor is down by the docks, past the warehouses. Look for a weathered sign with a chipped anchor." Jane and Lucian exchanged a grateful look. They thanked Anya profusely, promising to exercise utmost caution. As they stepped back out into the drizzling rain, a newfound determination burned in their eyes. Anya's information wasn't a complete roadmap, but it was a crucial lead, a chink in Blackheart's armor. Their journey to the Rusty Anchor was filled with nervous anticipation. The docks were a hive of activity, with sailors loading and unloading cargo, their voices a cacophony of shouts and laughter. Jane and Lucian kept their heads down,blending in with the crowd as they navigated the maze of warehouses. They finally spotted the tavern nestled in a dingy corner, its sign barely hanging on by a thread. The chipped anchor, an ominous symbol, c