Axel moved like a ghost through the darkness, his steps silent against the damp earth. The cold night air clung to his skin, but he barely noticed. His mind was fixed on one thing—Raelynn.
This was dangerous. A suicide mission, if he was being honest. But he had no other choice. The worry clawing at his chest had reached a breaking point, and the urge to see her, to know if she was okay, was driving him mad.
Axel moved like a shadow, his breath shallow in the cold night air. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of city lights. He had made it this far, walking through streets he knew too well, but now he found himself standing at the edge of Elion's mansion, the looming structure in front of him like some fortress from a nightmare. It wasn't a place Axel had ever thought he'd be—certainly not under these circumstances.
