The battle wasn’t just against the dark entity at the heart of the mansion—it was against the mansion itself. The air around them was heavy and crackling with raw energy, making it harder to breathe. Shadows lashed out like sentient beings, reaching for them with clawed fingers that threatened to tear them apart, not just physically but mentally. Zane could feel the oppressive weight of the darkness pressing down on his chest, the whispers in the air urging him to give in, to let go.
But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Leona stood at his side, her presence a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. She wasn’t the same woman who had first stepped into this cursed place, frightened and uncertain. Zane could see it in her stance, in the fire in her eyes—she was stronger now, unyielding. The power within
