The tension in the chamber was suffocating, pressing down on them like a lead weight. The faint glow of the runes on the walls flickered, casting jagged shadows across the stone floor. Senua stood with her dagger drawn, her golden eyes locked onto Caroline with a mixture of fury and fear. Ezra had positioned himself between them, his sword raised protectively in front of Caroline, his voice low but firm.
“Everyone needs to stop,” Ezra said, his voice carrying the weight of command. “We are not drawing weapons on each other. Not here. Not now.”
Caroline stood trembling behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Her face was pale, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The invisible weight of the Witch's presence pressed against her
