Chapter 41
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Zeke's POV:
Fear.
I had never feared anything more than this moment.
It gripped my bones, coiling around them like a serpent, suffocating me with its chilling embrace. I wasn't just afraid—I was paralyzed. Not because I didn't know what was coming, but because I did.
And now, as I stood at the entrance of the dungeon, staring into the abyss of what I had unleashed, the reality hit me like a blade to the chest.
Telling him to go into the prison had been a mistake.
A catastrophic one.
What the hell have I done?
With slow, measured steps, I ventured deeper into the dimly lit corridor, my boots echoing off the stone walls. The deeper I walked, the more suffocating the air became. The scent of death clung to it, thick and suffused with decay, mixing with something darker—something ancient.
