Unknown’s POV

The meeting place was a ruin.

It stood at the edge of the neutral territory between Lunaria and Nightshade, a crumbling fortress that had been abandoned centuries ago. The walls were cracked, the roof partially collapsed, and the wind howled through the gaps like the wails of the dead. Vines had grown through the broken windows, snaking across the stone floor like grasping fingers, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and neglect. It was the perfect place for a secret ...