Dante's POV
The dungeon was cold, damp, and reeked of fear. A place fitting for traitors and those who dared to cross me. And there she was, Luna Gladys, shackled in chains, staring defiantly at the wall, her back to me. It would be amusing if it weren’t so pathetic.
“You should have stayed hidden, Luna,” I said, stepping into the dark cell, the iron door clanging shut behind me. My voice echoed off the stone walls. “But we both knew your time would come.”
Luna Gladys remained silent, her eyes fixed on the stone floor. She had seen better days—her once regal posture now slumped, her once immaculate robes now stained with dirt and blood. But the spark in her eyes remained; the defiance was still there, though dimming with every second.
I paced slowly in front of her, my boots clapping a
