The metallic corridors of the stronghold echoed with their footsteps, every sound amplified, every shadow a potential threat. Justina’s pulse raced, a mixture of fear, adrenaline, and determination coiling in her veins like fire. Carson moved beside her, every motion precise, controlled, his presence a tether to reality and courage she desperately needed.

Ezra’s voice came from behind, low and calculated. “She is testing you. Every movement, every glance, every hesitation, it is all ...