Chapter 395 - We Need to Flee

Mikhailis stood tensely, heart pounding like a caged bird inside his chest. Broken stone and twisted metal lay strewn everywhere, the remnants of a once-grand chamber reduced to a haunting ruin. Even the flicker of dying embers among the rubble seemed to deepen the oppressive hush. A swirl of dust motes glimmered in the faint, erratic light, and every breath he drew tasted of scorched air and something bitter—like blood and old magic left to rot.