The prince's group stood before the dilapidated old house, its walls weathered by time and covered with creeping vines that seemed to have claimed it.
This was Naya's old sanctuary, an abandoned place far from civilization, surrounded by an eerie stillness. Dionne had led them here, her steps heavy with resignation. As they neared, Mona stepped ahead, her keen sense of dark magic heightening with each step.
"This is the place," Dionne whispered, her voice barely audible as she glanced at Mona with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
Mona, the Grand Duchess of Adri, took a deep breath, her fingers instinctively tightening around her husband's hand. "Stay behind me," she instructed the others, her voice calm but firm.
I'll go with you inside, wife," Grand Duke Adri stated firmly, not leaving room for argument. Mona just nodded.
The energy inside the house pulsed like a heartbeat, dark and menacing.
