Chapter 93: The Awakening

The dragoons moved swiftly through the dimly lit tunnels, their footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. Faolan led the way, her keen senses guiding them as she sniffed out any trace of danger. The faint scent of blood and sweat clung to the air, mingling with the stench of mold and damp earth—a reminder of the grim reality of the mine. Shadows danced along the walls, flickering with the dim light of their torches as they navigated the maze of passages, each one more foreboding than the last.

Parker’s grip tightened around his rifle, his senses on high alert. The team had cleared several tunnels, silently taking out guards with swift, lethal efficiency, but they had yet to find Conor or Kerrigan. Each step deeper into the mine heightened the tension; the deeper they went, the more the walls seemed to close in, the oppressive heat and stifling air bearing down on them.

As they rounded a corner, Faolan stopped abruptly, her ears perking up as she let out a soft whine. She sniffed the