Chapter 47

Author’s Pov

In the heart of the dense, foreboding forest, Balthazar, cloaked in shadows, moved with the silence of a ghost. The twisted branches of the trees reached out like skeletal fingers, casting eerie shadows that danced in the moonlight.

Emerging from the darkness, he finally stood before the imposing silhouette of the dark palace, its spires piercing the night sky like jagged teeth. Two guards lowered their spears in a defensive stance as he approached. The gleam of their weapons reflected the uncertainty in their eyes as they strained to discern the figure cloaked in mystery before them.

With a deliberate movement, Balthazar drew back the hood of his cloak, revealing his sharp, angular features, illuminated by the pale light. His dark eyes bore into the guards, a silent challenge lingering in their depths. Recognition dawned in their eyes as they stepped aside, allowing him passage through the imposing gates.

Once inside, Balthazar's heavy footsteps echoed through the caver