Kapitel 290: CORRIDORS OF BRAN FORTRESS

MAXWELL'S POV

The morning air was thick with tension as Emmet and I crept from the safety of the caves, our eyes fixed on Bran Fortress looming ominously in the distance. The ancient stone walls were barely visible through the dense mist, but there was no mistaking the ominous aura that clung to the fortress like a shroud. Every step we took was cautious, calculated—there was no room for error and.

My heartbeat was steadily in my chest, but I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. The crystal hidden inside the fortress, the source of the blood creatures that had plagued Draego—it had to be destroyed. There was no other option. But now, as we moved closer, I couldn't help the gnawing doubt that clawed at the back of my mind. If things went wrong, the consequences would be dire—not just for us but for all of Draego.