Chapter 146: The Ghosts of Duskmere

The ruins of Duskmere loomed ahead, bathed in the eerie glow of the moon. Once a thriving trade city, it was now a shattered husk—a graveyard of forgotten battles and broken promises. The crumbling towers stood like silent sentinels, their jagged edges casting long shadows in the mist.

Damien sat astride his horse, staring at the desolate landscape. The wind carried the faint scent of damp stone and decay, a reminder that this place had long been abandoned.

Except… it wasn't.

Lucien Calder was here. Waiting. Watching. Plotting.

Amara reined in beside him, her sharp blue eyes scanning the darkness. "I see why he'd hide here. No one sane would come looking."

Carys, mounted on the other side, tightened her grip on her reins. "It's a tactical nightmare. If he's fortified any part of the ruins, we're walking into an ambush."

Selene, hood drawn over her golden eyes, smirked faintly. "That's exactly what he wants."