The atmosphere in the mansion grew heavier with each passing moment, as if the house itself was waiting for something to break. Noor and Sultan stood in the attic, the relic's light fading, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.
Noor's thoughts raced as the shadows danced around them, casting twisted shapes on the walls. Amir's warning still echoed in her mind, his chilling words making her question everything. What if they had just unleashed something far worse?
Sultan, however, didn't flinch. His gaze remained fixed on the chest, determination etched in every line of his face. He had come too far to stop now.
"We need to move fast," Sultan said, his voice steady, though his eyes flicked warily toward the shifting shadows. "Whatever Amir is planning, we have to be ahead of him."
Noor swallowed hard, forcing herself to push past her doubts. "What now? What if the relic doesn't do what we think?"
"It will," Sultan replied, though a sliver of uncertainty crossed his expression. "It has to."
Their next move felt like a blind leap into the unknown, with danger lurking at every turn. Noor stepped closer to Sultan, feeling the tension in the air grow thicker. Every corner of the mansion felt alive with unseen forces, waiting for them to make a mistake.
Suddenly, a faint rustling echoed from the darkened hallway. Noor's heart skipped a beat as a figure emerged from the shadows.
It wasn't Amir.