Chapter 137

• "Welcome, Aurum," echoed a voice through the cavern, its stone walls shimmering with trickling water and the scent of damp earth heavy in the air. Aurum's fur bristled, her muscles tensed, prepared to launch herself at the source of the voice. Yet, a sense of draining weakness nagged at the back of her mind, urging her not to linger.
• As Aurum surveyed her surroundings, death seemed to linger in every shadow. The air was devoid of life, filled only with eerie spectacles of decay lurking in every corner, waiting to consume any who ventured too close. Lost in her vigilance, Aurum failed to notice a figure standing before her—a woman cloaked in black, her smile sly and knowing.
• Aurum let out a low growl, poised to strike. "You are quite magnificent," Sybil remarked, her sharp eyes admiring the gleam of Aurum's golden fur.