Chapter 42 Execution

• The sky above the city was dark, clouds rolling in like an omen as I made my way through the hidden tunnels beneath the capital. The damp air clung to my skin, the scent of earth and stone filling my lungs. These tunnels had been built centuries ago by the first rebellion, a network of passages and escape routes long forgotten by most—except for those of us who still sought to bring down the ruling regime.
• As I moved deeper into the maze, my thoughts kept drifting back to what Joran had said earlier. The betrayal. Someone from within our circle had given my father the information that could destroy us all. My hands clenched into fists at the thought. The idea that someone so close, someone I had trusted, had sold us out—it made my blood boil.
• I stopped at a crossroads, my eyes scanning the familiar markings on the walls. To the left was the route that led to our main safehouse, but to the right was the path to the old armory—a place we hadn’t used in years, but one that still held weapons, supplies, and secrets. And it was where I was supposed to meet Joran and Serah to finalize the new plan.