The Depths Of Despair

Chapter 14

The Depths Of Despair

Fiona's POV

The first thing I became aware of was the cold. It seeped into my bones, deeper than any winter chill I’d ever felt, numbing every inch of my body. I tried to open my eyes, but the lids were heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and the residual effects of the dark magic that had taken hold of me. My mind was a fog, struggling to grasp onto anything solid, anything real.

But then the memories came flooding back, slamming into me with the force of a tidal wave. The void, Quinton lost to the darkness, the mysterious figure with the voice that echoed from the abyss. Panic flared in my chest, and I forced my eyes open, desperate to make sense of where I was.

I was lying on the cold, hard ground, my body stiff and aching. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something metallic, like blood. The dim light that filtered through the dense canopy above cast eerie shadows, making it difficult to see anything clearly.

I push