Chapitre 21: Chapter 21: A Descent into Darkness
The moon hung high in the night sky as Tammy ventured deeper into the underbelly of Avondale. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and determination propelling her forward. The revelation of betrayal had ignited a fire within her, a burning need for justice and redemption.
Her path led her to a dimly lit underground tavern—a haven for the city's underworld. The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and spilled ale, the sounds of raucous laughter and whispered conversations mingling with the clinking of glasses.
Tammy's presence drew curious glances, but she paid them no mind. Her focus was unwavering as she made her way through the dimly lit space, searching for a man rumored to hold the key to unlocking Avondale's dark secrets.
She found him at a corner table, his face obscured by the shadows. His name was Donovan, a rogue with a reputation for dealing in forbidden knowledge. His eyes, cold and calculating, met Tammy's with a hint of recognition.
"I've been expecting you, Miss Tammy," Donovan said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Tammy pulled out a chair and sat across from him, her gaze unwavering. "I need answers, Donovan. The city is drowning in a sea of deceit, and I won't rest until the truth is revealed."
A flicker of something crossed Donovan's eyes—admiration, perhaps. "Very well. I can provide you with the information you seek, but it won't come without a price."
Tammy leaned forward, her voice firm. "Name it."
Donovan's lips curled into a sly smile. "I require a favor—a task that needs to be completed. Once it's done, I'll share what I know."
Tammy hesitated for a moment, contemplating the risks. But the urgency of the situation pushed her forward. She nodded, sealing the deal.
The task Donovan assigned her was no easy feat. It involved infiltrating a heavily guarded mansion belonging to one of Avondale's most influential figures—a man rumored to be at the heart of the city's corruption. Tammy knew the risks, but she also knew that this was her only chance to uncover the truth.
Under the cover of darkness, she made her way to the mansion, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and trepidation. The imposing gates loomed before her, guarded by armed sentries. She needed to find a way in, unseen and unheard.
Silently, Tammy maneuvered through the shadows, her steps careful and deliberate. She scaled the walls, her fingers gripping onto the ivy-covered bricks. With nimble grace, she landed on the other side, her heart thundering in her chest.
The mansion's interior was a labyrinth of opulence and secrets. Tammy navigated the dimly lit corridors, her senses heightened. Every creak of the floorboards and whisper of the wind sent shivers down her spine. But she pushed forward, her determination unwavering.
As she explored the mansion's upper levels, Tammy stumbled upon a hidden study—a treasure trove of information. Dust-covered documents and aged manuscripts adorned the shelves, each holding a piece of the puzzle she sought to unravel.
With trembling hands, she began sifting through the papers, her eyes scanning the faded words. The more she read, the clearer the picture became. The corruption ran deep, intertwined with the highest echelons of Avondale's society.
Just as Tammy thought she had uncovered all there was to find, a noise broke the silence—a footstep, approaching from the hallway. Panic surged through her veins as she desperately searched for an escape route.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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