We walked up to the entrance together, and for a moment Ken stopped at the edge of the fog, staring into it like he was trying to decide whether his own common sense was worth trusting. Then he glanced at me, took a slow breath, and stepped forward.
I followed him.
The Circle swallowed us almost immediately.
The cabin was still standing just ahead of us, and the sight of it made the place feel even more unnatural than I remembered. The corpses we had seen before were gone now, which meant they had either been buried or dragged off by something worse, and neither option made me feel better.
He glanced toward the strange green sky overhead and frowned, clearly remembering just how wrong this place felt. "Yeah. This is as bad as I remember it."
I followed his gaze up to the sickly light above us and let out a breath of my own. "I still do not understand how a place like this exists."
"Okay, focus," he said, shaking himself out of it. "Rabbit's Thorn first, then Junglereaper."
