Chapter 77

Still in Dante point of view:

The first rays of morning spilled through the windows, casting golden light over the chamber floor, but none of it touched the darkness that still lingered in my chest.

Elara hadn’t stirred all night.

I hadn’t moved from my place beside her.

The fire in the hearth had long died down, leaving only embers and a room chilled by silence. My tunic was damp with sweat—hers