Greater Danger

He frowned, piecing together the eerie quiet and foreboding energy hanging in the air.

"Do you think it's part of a ritual? Like... something prepared to hand over the curse?"

Nathan's gaze was hard and calculating as he nodded.

"Most likely. They might've cleared out the place to make sure no one interrupts the ceremony."

Ivaim replied worriedly.

"Damn it... if they've already started, we're screwed."

"We're not screwed."

Nathan said firmly, gripping his spear.

"Not yet. But we need to move—now."

The Black Veil Master's voice was calm, though edged with warning.

"Rushing in blindly is reckless. Whatever presence I'm sensing inside... it's powerful. Desperate movements could trigger traps or provoke dangerous forces."

Nathan turned to face them both, his expression unwavering.

"If we hesitate, Darian could seal his fate—and ours along with it. You know what's at stake."

His voice sharpened.