Chapter 104 — Whispers in the Dungeons
The Obsidian Dungeons had become Liora's entire world.
Three days of chains, three days of walking the knife's edge between survival and heartbreak. The enchanted manacles on her wrists and ankles glowed with dark suppression runes, reducing her once-vibrant hybrid power to faint sparks. The silver collar around her throat felt heavier each time Cairis summoned her.
Tonight's session felt different.
The guards brought her to the private interrogation chamber deep beneath the palace. Torches burned with shadow-infused flames, casting long, restless silhouettes across the black stone. Cairis was already waiting, leaning against the heavy obsidian table with a goblet of volcanic wine in his clawed hand. The bottle beside him was nearly empty.
His crimson eyes tracked her every step as the guards shoved her inside and sealed the doors.
"Leave us," he commanded, voice low and rough.
The moment they were alone, the air thickened.
