Chapter 31: Whispers of the Abyss

The journey back to the castle was silent, with only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures breaking the stillness of the night. Aria’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one darker than the last. The Dark Crown rested in a secured pouch at Damien’s side, but its presence was felt like a looming shadow, its energy whispering threats only she seemed to hear.

As they reached the outskirts of the castle grounds, the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon, casting a pale light over the land. The sight of the castle, usually a source of comfort, now felt ominous—its towering spires casting long, forbidding shadows across the landscape.

“We should go straight to the royal council,” Damien said, breaking the silence. His voice was tight, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger. “They need to know what we found.”