Chapter 83: The hunt begin
The morning fog crept over the hills like a warning. Pale sunlight barely pierced through the thick gray clouds as the four of them stood before the entrance to the ruins of Eldemar — an ancient fortress lost to time and black magic. It was here their mother had traced Eira's essence. Here, they believed, the Devil himself waited.
Cain stood ahead, his flame-kissed coat fluttering in the wind, face unreadable. Leo's eyes glowed a steady blue, crackling occasionally with sparks as he adjusted the metallic cuffs on his wrists, each etched with runes of ancient origin. Eren, ever silent, summoned shadows at his feet, letting them curl like cats around his boots. Selene was just behind them, her fingers twined tightly, breath steadying — her powers quietly humming under her skin.
"Do you feel it?" Leo muttered. "This place is soaked in corruption."
Their mother, cloaked in a dark shawl, nodded. "He's close. And he knows we're here."
The gates creaked as they stepped in.
The ruins were silent — deathly so — until a faint whisper echoed through the air like wind through a broken harp. Selene paused, her head tilting. That voice. It wasn't the Devil's.
It was Eira.
"Go back... please."
Selene's heart twisted.
"Did you hear that?" she whispered, gripping Cain's sleeve.
"She's trying to resist him," Cain said, eyes narrowing. "She's still in there."