Chloe’s p.o.v.
The darkness in the dungeon wasn’t just the absence of light, it was thick, heavy, and was pressing on me like unseen hands, whispering against my skin, murmuring words I couldn’t understand but felt deep in my bones.
My wrists ached where the chains bit into my flesh, the iron humming faintly with unnatural sparks of energy.
At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me, the disorientation of exhaustion feeding illusions into my thoughts. But the whispers grew louder, but not clear.
Weird voices layered atop one another, their words laced with an eerie familiarity. It was as though the very walls of this place had a memory, and they were sharing it with me.
‘Power should not be sealed! Power should not be contained!’ The voices said, and my breath hitched
