Chapter 57

The vial in my hand felt heavier than glass and liquid—it carried my last shred of hope.

As I walked through the corridor toward Dante’s chambers, I held it tightly, afraid that if I loosened my grip, my resolve would crumble with it. Each step echoed with uncertainty, and every breath I took was laced with fear.

I prayed—silently, desperately—that the potion would work.

That it would bring him ba