Chapter 62

The night hung heavily over the city, as though the very air carried the weight of the coming battle. Victor stood silently in the alley beside the clock tower, his senses heightened. Every shadow seemed to shift, every gust of wind felt like a whisper of danger. His mind raced, knowing that the Harbinger’s influence was spreading, corrupting the city faster than he had anticipated.

Julian leaned against the stone wall, nervously tapping his foot. “You know, I was hoping for a quiet night. Maybe some coffee, a good book. Instead, we’re heading into ancient crypts to face a nightmare.”

Victor shot him a sharp glance. “This isn’t a game, Julian. The Harbinger will destroy everything if we fail.”

Julian raised his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. I’m just saying, it’d be nice if ancient curses came with a user manual.”

Selene, standing between them, cut in with a calm voice. “We’ve faced worse before. We can do this.”

Victor appreciated her steadiness. She had always been the anchor