Chapter 161: Quastrax

As the carriage came to a gentle halt, Urag was the first to step down, extending a hand toward her with an encouraging smile.

 "Come on, Eiravyne," he coaxed, his voice warm yet laced with an edge of anticipation. "It's time."

But Eiravyne remained frozen, her gaze locked on the castle towering before them.

The castle loomed before her, hauntingly untouched, as if time had played no role in washing away the dark memories woven into its stones.

 It felt almost surreal to see the walls standing proud, unmarred, as though the blood and terror of that night had never stained its halls. 

The massacre, the screams, the betrayal—all of it now lingered only in her memory, the castle itself an unwilling witness that had chosen to forget.

Eiravyne's fingers tightened around Urag's hand as she tried to steady herself.

She could feel her pulse quicken, a tremor of past fears resurfacing.