Sons of a devil

The wind howled across the cliffside, sharp and relentless. Below, the sea churned like it was angry too.

Cain stood at the edge, cloak whipping behind him. Leo was next to him, fingers twitching near his blade. Eren crouched beside a stone, one knee bent, eyes trained on the cave carved into the cliff face.

"According to the map from the Gate," Leo muttered, "this is the place."

Cain nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the mouth of the cave. "He's inside."

"You sure?" Eren asked, though his tone was more wary than doubtful.

Cain's voice was soft. "I feel him. It's like my blood's pulling me forward."

Selene, standing just behind them, laid a hand on his shoulder. "Then don't go alone."

Cain placed his hand over hers. "You never leave me alone."

Together, they stepped forward. One after the other, heartbeats in sync.

The air inside the cave was hot—too hot. Like walking into a forge, or a furnace made of nightmares. Red light pulsed along the stone walls, flickering like veins of molten lava.

The deeper they walked, the heavier the air grew.