Mias POV

I was halfway to the dungeon when my steps faltered. The heavy scent of blood still lingered in the air, the thick stench wrapping around me like a warning. Something felt off.

Then I saw him.

Lucas.

He was being dragged into the shadows, his body limp, his usually sharp eyes dulled with exhaustion. His lips moved, barely, but I caught it.

Dont.

A silent command. A plea.

My entire body tensed. ...