Chapter 124 Seraphina

• “No, please, you don't have to do this!” The young lycan's voice echoes through the dark, stuffy hall, filled with pure desperation. She struggles against the stone table, the enchanted chains creaking under the force of her futile resistance. Fear radiates from her like a palpable wave, filling the already heavy air with the metallic scent of sweat and blood. “I swear I won't say anything, please! Get me out of here!”
• I don't say a word. There’s no more room for promises or compassion. I grab a filthy cloth and shove it roughly into her mouth, silencing the sharp screams that are beginning to tear at my patience. I've heard this desperate melody too many times; I've engraved it in my mind, haunting me in the rare moments of sleep. This cannot break me now. Not when I’m so close.
• I begin reciting the spell, each ancient, harsh word slipping from my tongue like poison. The hall around me seems to contract with my voice, the lights flickering weakly, shadows dancing on the soot-stained walls. I’m betting everything on this moment. It has to work. I need it to.