Ch-195
As Lenora followed the path she had chosen, her heart raced with a mixture of fear and determination. Each twist and turn of the labyrinthine corridors seemed to bring her closer to her goal, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls as she pressed on with unwavering resolve.
Finally, she reached a dead end, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she braced herself against the cold stone wall. For a moment, she feared she had chosen the wrong path, that she had led herself into a trap from which there was no escape.
But then, as her eyes swept over the chamber before her, she saw it: the coffin, its lid adorned with ancient runes, standing at the center of the room like a grim sentinel guarding a dark secret. And beside it, shackled and bound, was Adira, her eyes wide with terror as she stared up at the figure looming over her.
Azazel.
