Chapter 167

• In the dimly lit chamber, Tristan stood facing the wall, lost in deep contemplation. The flickering candlelight cast long, restless shadows upon the cold stone walls, reflecting the weight of his thoughts. His tall figure was rigid, his hands clenched at his sides, and his eyes gleamed with an unspoken malice. He had spent nearly three decades searching, hunting, and scheming. And yet, the prophecy continued to elude him.
• For twenty-seven years, he had scoured every corner of the supernatural world, seeking the twins—Naralla and Ariella—whose existence was foretold to bring about his downfall. His every move had been calculated, every step taken with precision, and yet, time and time again, he found himself grasping at shadows.
• The rise of human dominance in the past eight years had only complicated matters further. Once a mere nuisance, the humans had grown into a formidable force, waging their own war against the supernatural. The balance of power had been upended, and the chaos that followed had made his search even more difficult. But no matter how strong the humans became, no matter how many obstacles stood in his path, one thing remained clear—he had to find the twins before the world spiraled out of control.