The corridors beneath the Velmourn Wall were quiet—too quiet.
The glowing gemstones that they traded with the merchants shined faintly, their orange light flickering weakly against the cold air that seeped through the cracks. The sound of boots echoed through the narrow hall as Kael, together with Lavinia and Commander Korvath, walked down, their shadows stretching long across the dimly lit passage.
The atmosphere was heavy.
No one spoke.
After all, all three of them knew why they were here.
Kael walked at the front; his expression remained calm and… strangely distant. Lavinia, on the other hand, did not care. Her focus was only on holding Kael's hand as tightly as she could and matching his pace.
As for Korvath, the Commander walked beside them, his jaw set tight and eyes focused forward.
Finally, the narrow hall opened into a small chamber—a cell carved into the mountain rock.
