Milo's voice was steady, his words flowing with perfect clarity, leaving no room for doubt. There was no hesitation, no sign of deceit—just the unshakable conviction of a man recounting the truth.
Hutson remained silent, deep in thought. He had no reason to believe Milo was lying, especially about something as serious as this.
"Mr. Milo, you must be mistaken," Robert interjected, his voice edged with disbelief. "I've been to that town before—multiple times. It was inhabited, just a normal, quiet little town. But two days ago, when we went back, something impossible happened. The mountain path was perfectly fine the first day. Then, by the second, it was completely overgrown with thick, wild vegetation—so dense it should've taken years to reach that state."
His agitation was clear, his breath uneven as he struggled to process what he had seen.
