(Chapter 102:Mira's POV)
The air changed the moment we crossed the veil.
Cold. Sharp. Ancient.
Lorenzo's world.
The heavy silence pressed against my chest as we emerged into the heart of his domain—the Obsidian Keep, a fortress carved into the jagged cliffs that loomed above a sea as black as ink. It wasn't just a castle. It was a warning.
And something in my gut twisted. Whatever waited inside—it wasn't friendly.
I glanced at Lorenzo. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, tension humming beneath the surface. He felt it too.
"We're being watched," I murmured.
"Always," he said, his voice low. "Stay close."