Chapter 33 - The Fractured Reflections and the Echoes of Reclamation

The Serpent's Coil's meticulously crafted facade of control crumbled like brittle obsidian under the weight of Elara and Corinna's escape. Their subterranean fortress, usually a bastion of silent power, now pulsed with a frenetic energy, a chaotic symphony of panicked commands and hurried footsteps. The obsidian walls, once silent witnesses to their dark rituals, now echoed with the frantic orders of their masked enforcers, their voices laced with a fear they rarely allowed to surface. The hunt was on, and the prey, once thought easily contained, had become a dangerous, unpredictable threat.