Dea's POV
As I slowly regained consciousness, my senses were assaulted by the overwhelming stench of dampness and decay. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and I struggled to focus my eyes on the darkness that enveloped me. Panic surged within me as I realized I was trapped in an unfamiliar, dark dungeon.
I tried to piece together fragments of memories that seemed distant and fragmented. Flashes of the events flickered in my mind— the intense discussions with the alliance leaders, the revelations about Andres Corbin, the ominous warnings of looming threats. But how had I ended up here, alone and imprisoned? Caelum's face flashed into my head, but not long enough to grasp the meaning behind it.
