Nathan's POV

　　The scent of ancient incense wraps itself around my senses, a familiar and unwelcome embrace. Poppy's hand is on my arm, her grip firm, guiding me through the dimly lit corridors of the witch's lair. It's a place drenched in shadows and secrets, where the past deeds of the Luparian Kingdom still linger like cobwebs in the corners.

　　"Careful, Nathan," she whispers, her voice both a warning and a caress. "She doesn't take kindly to ...