Scott POVAs we delved deeper into the chamber, the air grew thick and musty, laced with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone. Torchlight flickered against the jagged walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. Throne led the way, his steps purposeful and unyielding, his the wind swirling faintly around him like a protective cloak. I followed close behind, my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of adrenaline and lingering exhaustion from the time jump. Julianna was right at my side, her eyes wide with determination, but I could sense the strain in her—her mana had only just replenished, and we couldn't afford any slip-ups that might expose who we are.The chamber opened up into a vast cavern, its ceiling lost in darkness. In the center, illuminated by a circle of glowing runes etched into the floor, stood Seraphine. She was chained to a massive pillar of what looked like twisted, veined stone—branched stone, I realized with a chill. Her head hung low, her hair matted and
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