With each step deeper into the fortress, Daena felt the weight of the past pressing in, memories sharpening her resolve. She would fight for Liria, even against the girl herself if necessary. Because love was stronger than darkness, and Daena refused to let the shadows claim the one she cherished.
The corridors were silent, cloaked in shadows that twisted and stretched along the walls like living entities. Daena moved cautiously, every sense heightened, each breath measured. The scent of ancient stone and powerful magic saturated the air, mingled with something else a faint, familiar fragrance that sent an ache deep into her chest.
Liria.
She paused, pressing one hand against the cold stone wall, closing her eyes briefly as she steadied her heartbeat. She could feel Liria clearly now, her presence vibrating subtly in the air. Close so painfully close.