Archer's brow furrowed as he exchanged a glance with Demetra. ''This place… It's like we've stepped back in time, back on my old world,'' he murmured, his voice full of wonder. The village felt too perfect, too preserved, as if it were a living painting rather than a place where people lived.
Demetra's yellow eyes narrowed. ''Or it's a trap by the sneaky easterners,'' she said flatly.
He couldn't argue as the beast's aura still lingered in his senses, prompting him to turn back and gaze at the sea. Yet the village called to him, its beauty almost daring them to visit. With a shared look of wariness, the duo stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the heart of the settlement, where the people stared at them like they were monsters.
This made him chuckle as he turned toward the shark women. ''Looks like they don't see people like us too often,'' he said.
