Chapter 90 – The Weight Of Destiny

• Damon
• The forest is silent, too silent. The usual rustling of leaves in the wind, the discreet song of nocturnal birds—all have disappeared. The calm is oppressive, as if nature itself were holding its breath in the face of what is coming.
• I walk ahead, holding Alina's hand firmly in mine. Her warmth pulses against my palm, and despite the threat looming over us, I feel a strange serenity in her touch.