Zane’s POV
Zane couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment as he and Leona made their way through the long, winding corridors of the mansion. The air felt different now, heavy with the anticipation of what lay ahead. Every step seemed to echo through the cold, stone walls, amplifying the silence that had settled over the mansion in the last few days. It was as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for them to arrive at its heart—the place where its power had first taken root.
Zane’s fingers tightened around Leona’s hand as they moved deeper into the mansion, the darkness pressing in around them. His mind raced with uncertainty. They had come so far, and yet, the question lingered like a shadow, never fully leaving him: What if they weren’t strong enough? What if the ma
