MARCOS POV
Darkness had weight. I had never believed such a thing possible before. I had always thought darkness was supposed to be empty, nothing more than the absence of light. But the darkness here was different. It pressed against my skin like invisible chains, filling my lungs like cold smoke. Even the ground beneath my feet seemed alive with it.
I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was stone—ancient, weathered stone. Massive pillars stretched upward into a ceiling lost in endless shadow, while strange symbols burned faintly along the walls, glowing with a dull violet light that pulsed like a dying heartbeat. The chamber was enormous, and the silence was absolute.
I tried to move, but the moment I shifted, something jerked violently against my wrists.
Chains.
Heavy blac
