Chapter 11 Seraphina

• Nothing can be heard except for my own footsteps echoing through the desolate corridors of the abandoned area of the castle. Each sound reverberates against the stone walls, creating a lonely and ghostly symphony that only emphasizes the isolation of the place. The feeling of being watched haunts me like an unsettling shadow, forcing me to look back repeatedly, ensuring that I am not being followed. Each stone seems to be imbued with a memory, a recollection of the countless spells cast, all the transgressions I committed in the name of forbidden magic, of the numerous promises made in the heat of darkness.
• As I approach the dungeon, the weight of my responsibilities and choices becomes more tangible, almost overwhelming. The magical lock I placed at the entrance of the dungeon remains intact, its chains glowing softly with the magical light emanating from within. To anyone who is not an enchantress, this dungeon is nothing but an abandoned place, forgotten by time and necessity. But for me, it is a sanctuary, a place where I can truly be myself, where the facade I constructed as Caelum's wife crumbles, revealing my true self—an enchantress shaped by power and necessity.
• After I married Caelum, I realized that I needed a fixed point, a place where I could exercise and nurture my mystical side. The light spells, such as camouflage and small enchantments that consume little of my life energy, I can perform anywhere, without much preparation. But for something as complex and dangerous as Shifters, the forbidden magic that defies natural laws, I need a sanctuary. The dungeon, with its thick walls and hidden secrets, is perfect for that. Around it, I installed intricate magical alarms, protective webs that prevent any intruder from approaching without my knowledge. To humans, the place seems haunted, a source of inexplicable anguish that keeps them at bay, as if the very air around it is heavy with death and despair.