Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 127: Strange Events (3)

The trees felt… off.

Not closer. Not thicker. Just heavier. Like someone had whispered something awful to them and they hadn't gotten over it.

Lindarion stepped over a half-buried root. His boots scraped against ice that hadn't been there five minutes ago. Or maybe it had. Hard to tell in this part of the woods. Everything kept pretending it belonged.

Ardan walked ahead of Kel now, slowing just enough that the guy didn't faceplant into a tree. He was still upright. Barely.

Ren kept exactly three paces behind.

Every time Lindarion glanced back, she looked the same. Hands in her coat pockets. Not watching them. Not really watching anything. Just moving like someone who had never needed to be careful in their life.

'She's either crazy or absurdly confident. Probably both.'

[Greater Core Recovery: 91%]

The familiar flicker stirred low in his chest. Still there. Still healing. It had settled into something warm now. Like a candle burning from the inside out.

Close. But not ready.

Ren's voice came casual.

"Where are we going?"

Lindarion didn't turn. "South ridge. Then we follow the river west."

She blinked at him. "What's there?"

"Shelter."

"Sounds boring."

Ardan glanced back once. "Better than bleeding in the snow."

Ren smiled. "Is it?"

Kel mumbled, "She doesn't blink right, you know that?"

"Shut up, Kel," Ren said without looking.

'These two are exhausting.'

Still. Something about the way Ren moved kept rubbing at the edge of Lindarion's focus. She didn't shuffle.

Didn't even make noise when she stepped through dried branches or frost patches. The air just… let her pass.

'Seriously, how is she not cold? Does she have an ice affinity?'

The wind shifted.

Silence followed it.

Ardan paused. Looked up.

Kel noticed second. His fingers twitched near the hilt of the short dagger that wasn't going to help him at all.

Ren stopped walking. Her eyes narrowed just slightly. Not scared. Not nervous. Just… calculating.

'That's not a good face. That's the face people make before they kill a bug without flinching.'

[Greater Core Recovery: 93%]

Lindarion lifted a hand. Everyone stopped.

He could feel it too now.

Nothing moved. No birds. No soft scratch of tiny claws under the trees. No wind in the branches.

Just cold.

Too clean. Too even.

Ardan's shoulders went stiff. "I don't like this."

Ren tilted her head. Her eyes moved through the trees like she was looking at something just out of frame.

Then she pointed.

"Something's watching."

"Where?" Lindarion asked.

"Yes," she said.

Kel made a quiet choking noise. "Not this again."

Lindarion shifted closer. His hand brushed the edge of his coat.

No need to draw yet. But every part of his body was starting to pay attention.

The quiet felt like when someone stops talking in a crowded room just before something embarrassing happens.

Then Ren stepped forward.

"Wait," Lindarion said.

She didn't.

Her boots crunched once, then fell silent again. Even the trees seemed to lean out of her way. freёweɓnovel.com

'Is she just going to walk into it?'

He followed. Not out of trust. Just curiosity with bad timing.

Ardan groaned. "Should we… stop her?"

"No," Kel said. "Let her get eaten first."

Ren turned her head slightly. "Still talking, huh?"

[Greater Core Recovery: 96%]

The pressure hit Lindarion's chest like a hand pressing into him from the inside. Not painful. Not dangerous. Just… there. Watching back.

He stopped. Let his fingers rest on the inner seam of his jacket.

The system stirred.

Faint warmth in his entire body. Like his core had opened one eye and decided not to panic yet.

Ren paused.

Her eyes focused on something between the trees.

Then she whispered.

"You're late."

No one answered.

Kel tensed. Ardan's hand hovered near his sword.

Lindarion stared at the dark patch between two birches.

He couldn't see anything. Not really.

But that didn't mean it wasn't there.

'Okay. This feels stupid. Something's here and she's talking to it like it owes her money.'

He looked at her again.

Ren didn't look concerned. Just… mildly annoyed.

Then she turned around.

"That's fine. It won't come closer."

Kel stared at her. "And you know this how?"

She pointed up. "It's scared of that."

Lindarion followed her gaze.

Nothing but a black thread of cloud moving fast across the top of the sky.

No shape. No sound.

Just a thread.

Ardan frowned. "You're messing with us."

Ren smiled.

"Probably."

[Greater Core Recovery: 98%]

Lindarion's breath came slow. His system was almost done. The damage that had happened from the torture was nearly gone. The aching hum in his side faded down to nothing.

He straightened up.

Eyes still locked on Ren.

'If she's lying, she's way too good at it.'

She turned again.

"Let's keep walking," she said. "Unless you want to stand here while it decides whether or not to grow teeth."

Kel whimpered.

Ardan sighed. "Yeah. Let's move."

They did.

But Lindarion stayed quiet. Every few steps, he looked back.

The forest still felt wrong.

And Ren still walked like she wasn't worried at all.

Which meant he had to worry twice as much.

The river was quieter than it should have been.

Wide, shallow, half-frozen in long patches that looked like broken glass half-buried in snow. The current moved slow.

Just fast enough to hide its depth. Just fast enough to swallow something small and make it seem like nothing was missing.

Lindarion crouched near the bank. Not to drink. Just to feel the cold against his knees. The air had shifted again, but not in a way he liked.

The trees had stopped pressing in. That should have helped. It didn't.

Ren stood upstream. Hands still in her coat pockets, eyes on the opposite bank like she was expecting it to speak first.

Kel sat. Or maybe collapsed. His back hit a tree and he stayed there. His face was pale, his breath fogged when he remembered to breathe.

Ardan paced.

"We're still in it," he said. "Whatever it is, it hasn't let us go."

"No," Lindarion murmured. "But it's watching from farther now."

'Or waiting for something. That's worse.'

[Greater Core Recovery: 99%]

The warmth at the center of his chest pulsed once, then again, slower. Not fire. More like something breathing. The system didn't speak. It never did. But it pressed against his spine like it was ready to stand again.

Close.