Chapter Seventeen

Zena's ears perked up, her head tilting as if trying to decipher the source of the melody. Her instincts told her to be cautious, but her curiosity pushed her forward. I followed suit, my heart pounding in rhythm with the ethereal song.

As we rounded a corner, the passage opened up into a vast chamber, bathed in an eerie blue light. The source of the melody became clear—a figure stood at the center, clad in gossamer robes that seemed to blend seamlessly with the darkness. Their voice, filled with sorrow and longing, flowed through the cavern like a river of forgotten dreams.

I approached cautiously, my senses heightened by a mixture of trepidation and fascination. The figure turned towards me, their face hidden beneath a hooded cloak. “Who are you that dares interrupt my lament?” they asked, their voice plaintive yet commanding.

“I am a seeker of truth and wielder of light,” I replied, my voice steady despite the overwhelming presence of this mysterious being. “I have come to face the