The night hung heavy over the fortress, its ancient stones bathed in the silver glow of a full moon. Within the walls, the air was thick with tension despite the recent victory over Lucian's forces. Ava moved through the corridors of the castle with measured steps, her mind occupied with plans for the future and the intricate details of fortification. Luther, meanwhile, patrolled the perimeter with his most trusted warriors, ensuring that every corner of their domain was secure.
It was in the stillness of the deepest hours of the night that danger struck.
Ava had retired to her chambers, her thoughts drifting to the challenges they had overcome and those that still lay ahead. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. She stood by the window
