Chapter 205

Celia

A restless unease gnawed at me, like an itch that refused to go away. The mysterious words of the prisoner echoed incessantly in my mind. How could I solve the puzzle he'd presented? The Whispering Woods, the Altar of Shadows, and the embrace of darkness—all these pieces of knowledge stayed incomplete.

As time passed, I felt as if the walls of our huge room were closing in on me, and the air grew heavy with anticipation.

The prisoner had told me so many things, and I wanted to find out the answer right away. But no matter how much I tried, I could not make sense of it.

I had to find out who this man was and how he knew all this. Only then I would know if his words held even an ounce of truth.

I did not want to. I needed clarity, a way to understand the uncertainty that had become my reality. Fueled by a relentless thirst for answers, I found myself pacing outside Jasper's study.

I hesitated outside the door for a moment and then slowly pushed it open.

The study's door opened wi