Chapter 133

Dante left the ward with a final glance at the injured warriors, their groans still echoing in the back of his mind.

The urgency to act was clear—Lyrra was needed, and quickly.

The hall outside was quiet, but not in a comfortable way. The kind of quiet that pressed in on the ears, making every step sound too loud. His boots struck the polished stone floor with steady rhythm, though his mind was al