Eva's POV
My miseries seemed endless.
I had only myself to blame for this dire situation.
“Eva!” Lia’s voice pierced through the oppressive silence, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. I wanted to call out to her, to signal my presence, but the sounds of clashing swords and a ferocious howl stopped me. Someone had shifted—an extraordinary and dangerous move. The assassins were fighting in their raw, primal forms. Their intent was unmistakable: they wanted Lia dead.
The chaos was unnervingly close. The sounds of battle filled the air, but I couldn’t reveal my position in the pit. I would only be a liability to Lia if she knew where I was. I silently hoped that she would quickly finish the fight and come to my aid. However, as moments ticked by, the sounds of the struggle began to fad
