Altheria's POV
The Blackwell estate loomed ahead in the eastern region, a sprawling compound shrouded in darkness and secrecy. Its tall spires jutted into the night like jagged teeth and the air around it was thick with the stench of decay and despair.
Nyx was already there, her presence a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere. She stood at the dark gates with a sharp and unyielding posture. The intensity in her stance spoke volumes about her determination and her wrath bubbled beneath the surface of her calm.
Without a word, I moved to stand beside her. Together, we stepped forward and the iron gates creaked open as though they recognized the inevitability of our arrival.
Inside, the estate was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets. The air was dense with fear and despair and with our powerful souls we could sense the emotions and negative thoughts that clung to the walls like a living malevolent force.
