Chapter 73 The Hollow Throne

• Each footstep was louder than the last as the dark, unending stone passageways wound around me. My footsteps resonated with my heartbeat and somewhere behind, Sebastian's presence provided a sliver of comfort in the silence. Even the silence seemed to be watching here, though.
• I arrived at the end of the hall, where a tall iron door with elaborate carvings etched on it—symbols and languages I could hardly understand—had a clear meaning: **Watch out.**
• I took a deep breath to regain my balance. "Sebastian?"