Recap of Chapter 55: Echoes of the Chain
The party emerged from the trial of illusions battered, but not broken. Yet the Tower was merciless. Its halls twisted like veins of some monstrous heart, repeating endlessly. Every turn returned them to where they began, every door led only to another identical chamber. Nyssa's illusions faltered as paranoia crept in, Lyra's temper burned hot as her flames licked the walls in frustration, and Kaelina's calm cracked under the weight of unseen whispers. Jemil, bearing the faint glow of the curse's mark, felt its presence more than ever. For a fleeting second, chains had shimmered across his chest before vanishing, leaving his wives shaken. The Mistress of Shackles was no longer a shadow in the distance—her influence was already seeping into them.
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The walls breathed.
