Silver Moon Pack Dungeons
The Silver Moon dungeons are colder than Leron remembers.
Stone walls sweat with moisture, iron bars cast long shadows across the floor as torchlight flickers in the narrow corridor.
Chains rattle faintly somewhere deeper underground.
Leron sits on the wooden bench inside his cell, elbows on his knees, staring at the parchment clutched in his hands.
The words blur together.
Not because he cannot read them.
Because he wishes they were lies.
Across the narrow corridor, another cell holds the woman responsible for everything.
Serene.
She sits with perfect posture on the stone bench, as though she is in a royal chamber instead of a prison.
Even in chains, she looks composed.
Golden hair draped over her shoulder.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Not all the letters di
