Chapter 95
Draven’s POV
Everything seemed gray…
Not the colorless kind, but the kind that blurred the edges of reality, warping everything into uncertainty. The air felt thick, pressing against my skin, yet it carried an unnatural chill that crept into my bones.
Well, the nervous kind.
The kind of feeling that gnawed at you from the inside, coiling tightly around your lungs until every breath felt measured, deliberate. It wasn’t just anxiety—it was anticipation, the suffocating wait before a verdict was cast.
The kind of feeling you get when you're unsure of what to expect.
When the future hangs before you like a blade suspended by a single thread, and you don’t know whether it will slice through the air or come crashing down on you.
The kind that tightens your chest, turns you
