Evaline:
The tension in the underground chamber beneath the West Tower was… suffocating.
There was no other way to describe it.
It clung to the air, thick and heavy, pressing against my lungs with every breath I took. Even the faint glow of lanterns lining the stone walls did nothing to ease the weight settling deep in my chest.
This was it and there was no room for mistakes tonight.
I stood beside Draven's bed, my gaze fixed on him. He looked... peaceful, like he was simply asleep after a long day and not trapped in a silent void for months.
But I knew better.
We all did.
Still… he looked better. So much better actually.
A month ago, the sight of him had been unbearable. His skin was pale and lifeless, his body kept growing weaker with each passing day, and his breaths were shallow and uncertain.
Now?
Now, there was color in his skin again, and though faint, it was there. His lips no longer held that terrifying pale blue, now they were soft and color had returned to them.
