Chapter 89 The Fall Of The Forsaken

• Melissa’s POV
• Kane lay on the cold stone floor, his chest rising and falling in short breaths. Blood saturated his torn shirt, the deep gash across his side oozing scarlet onto the ground. Zephyr was no more—Kane had fought with everything he had, but the battle had left him barely standing.
• I lurched toward him, my body shivering, my thoughts muddled with Darius’s whispers. My vision blurred between reality and the shadowed world he was taking me into. My muscles were slow, my pulse was racing in bewilderment, and every step felt like I was moving through dense fog.