Zane’s POV
The tension in the air was palpable. Every inch of the mansion seemed to pulse with a dark energy, a force that threatened to consume us both. I stood by Leona’s side, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on us. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the ancient symbols etched into the floor, her face a mask of determination. She had made her decision, and now there was no turning back.
The ritual had begun.
As she began to chant the words, the air around us grew thick, like a heavy fog settling in. The walls of the mansion groaned, as if in protest, and the floor beneath us rumbled. It was a warning, a reminder that this house, this place, did not want to be free. It had clung to its dark secrets for centuries, and it wasn’t about to let them go without a f
