Ch.95

⭐ Klaus POV ⭐

We all turned toward each other as the witch faded like mist into the air, her presence vanishing without a trace—only her curse remained.

for a few seconds nothing happened but our shadows started to move next.

Not like tricks of the firelight. No—these shadows moved with intention, with hunger. They slithered from the temple’s corners like vipers, pulling themselves across the cracked stone floor. They stretched unnaturally long, reaching with tendrils that clawed at the light like it offended them.

It started like a spill—thick, black ink bleeding across the floor, pooling beneath our feet.

The darkness moved against the flames, defying the natural order.

And then it rose.

Like smoke uncoiling from a cursed altar, the shadows peeled upward and took shape.

And mine… was staring right back at me.

Taller. Sharper. Twisted into something cruel. Its eyes weren’t mine—they glowed a deep, unnatural red, pulsing with the rage I’d buried, the fear I’d silenced, and the violenc