Chapter Thirty One

Nemesis's Point Of View

The corridor stretched on, seemingly endless, as I ventured further into the heart of the labyrinth. The flickering light cast eerie shadows on the walls, heightening the sense of foreboding that clung to the air. But I pressed on, driven by a primal instinct to protect my children at all costs.

As I rounded another corner, a faint sound reached my ears—a soft, melodic humming that sent a thrill of recognition down my spine. It was a lullaby—a lullaby I had sung countless times to my twins in the sanctuary of our home. My heart leaped with renewed hope, for surely that familiar tune meant that my children were near.

I quickened my pace, following the haunting melody that echoed through the winding corridors. The hum grew louder, guiding me like a beacon of love through the darkness. And then, at last, I arrived at a grand chamber bathed in an ethereal glow.

In the center of the chamber stood a figure, their back turned to me. The sweet melody flowed from their