Chapter 284: One move, and he dies
Alora glanced back, her heart pounding as she realized the dense fog had swallowed the world behind her. She could no longer see anything beyond a few feet, and the silence was eerie.
Though she had only walked for a few minutes, it felt as if she had been transported miles away from Magnus and the others.
Alora looked at the blindfold in her hand and decided not to wear it unless she would hear Qasima.
Just at that moment, Qasima’s voice pierced through the air, "Alora, put on that blindfold." She looked around herself, finding nobody.
"I can’t," Alora said.
"You don’t have any option to refuse, Alora. Why do you think I chose this location?" Qasima’s voice reverberated in her ears, each word dripping with menace. As Magnus had warned her, she couldn’t pinpoint the source of the voice; it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Tell me, Qasima, why did you choose this location? I’m more than curious to know," Alora replied, her voice steady despite the growing unease gnawing at her.
A sinister chuckle echoed through the fog. "Isn’t your dear younger brother in Sakaris? It will be quite the spectacle to see a newly formed vampire attacking you. You wouldn’t want to burn him alive, would you?"
The words struck like a dagger, instilling fear deep within her. Alora’s heart raced, the image of her brother’s innocent face flashing before her eyes. She clenched her fists, determined not to let Qasima’s threats break her resolve.