Camilla slowly raised her hands toward Draven. He growled low in his throat, glaring at her with a flicker of something in his eyes—uncertainty, maybe even fear.
Then she spoke.
But it wasn't her voice.
A harsh, rasping tone echoed from her lips.
"Ah… you asshole. Finally, we meet again."
"It's been so long, hasn't it?"
Draven growled louder, but when he tried to speak, nothing came out. His mouth moved, but something—something invisible—was binding him.
Chains.
"YOU BURNED ME ALIVE!" the voice snarled from Camilla.
"Did you really think you could take my power? The power I was born with? You pathetic moron!"
Adela and Richard stood frozen, watching the scene unfold.
"Camilla was taken," Richard said quietly.
"I found her in a ruined building… a guy was there."
Adela turned to him, alarm in her eyes.
"A guy?"
"Yes. I don't know how he got there. But he was doing something… some kind of ritual."
Adela's expression darkened, her heart sinking.
