The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow on the crumbling fortress that had once been Ava's refuge, a sanctuary from the treacherous world beyond its walls. Now, it felt more like a grave, where the ghosts of her past wandered, relentless and unforgiving. The night was alive with a sinister energy, each gust of wind whispering secrets that she had long tried to bury.
Ava stood at the heart of the fortress, the pendant cold against her skin, its weight growing heavier with each passing second. Lucius had spoken of the truth, a truth that had torn her soul apart and left her standing on the edge of an abyss she couldn't escape. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that the answers she sought were still shrouded in darkness, hiding just out of reach.
