Chapter 154
- Freya‘s pov.
- The moment we stepped into the chamber, the door slammed shut behind us.
- From every corner, darkness rose—like smoke, like silk. Before I could react, black threads snaked from the shadows, wrapping around my wrists. They looked like mist but held like steel. I struggled, but the threads didn’t budge. Dorian cursed beside me. Dante grunted as the same tendrils gripped him. We were bound, helpless.