Lucas's voice remained resolute, his gaze fixed on an invisible menace lurking beyond their sight. "The barrier that separates us from them," he clarified, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
"Them?" Rosalind pressed, a tinge of fear creeping into her voice.
Lucas took a deep breath, his voice filled with an unsettling mix of dread and fury. "The demons," he confessed, his words revealing a hidden truth that turned her world upside down.
"Demons?" The growls intensified.
"Lucas!" The sudden intrusion of another voice shattered the charged atmosphere. Rosalind's narrowed gaze shifted to the unexpected newcomer who materialized before them. Standing tall and exuding an air of undeniable allure, the man donned a flowing white robe-like attire that billowed around him. His long, ebony hair cascaded like inky tendrils, captivating her attention.
"What is happening?" the man's voice resonated with a gravity that mirrored Lucas's severe own expression.
