As Zevryn entered the dim, stone-walled corridors of the dungeon alongside Elder Yasoria, an unsettling silence blanketed the air. The atmosphere seemed to tighten with each step they took.
The guards stationed along the path immediately straightened, their heads bowing low in reverence and fear. Their armor clinked softly as they shifted, none daring to raise their gaze to meet the emperor's cold, commanding presence.
Each of them knew who resided at the end of the abyss hold and why their emperor had come personally this time.
Seraphina Fenvale.
The name alone sent an involuntary chill crawling down even the bravest soldier's spine. She was the witch who had brought ruin upon their hearts and their kingdom, the very one responsible for taking the kingdoms beloved Queen Liliath from them.
And since that dreadful day, she had been confined within the Abyssal Hold—a dungeon sealed with ancient enchantments and guarded by the elite of the imperial forces.
