Chapter 107

• Dorian’s pov.
• I stood in the center of the clearing, the cold breeze brushing against my skin as I tightened the clasps of my leather armor. My fingers lingered at the last strap. Tiberius stood beside me, silent as stone. The firelight danced in his eyes, shadows flickering over the sharp angles of his face. He hadn't spoken much all morning, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. We both knew what we were preparing for, even if we didn’t yet know exactly what we’d face.
• The ritual would begin at nightfall.