Chapter 114

ARIEL’S POV

The night was dark and peaceful, wrapping Silver Moon in its quiet embrace. As midnight settled upon us, I, too, found solace in the realm of dreams,

However, my slumber was abruptly shattered by a persistent knock on my chamber door.

Startled from my sleep, I blinked away the remnants of drowsiness and called out, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Ikea," came the hushed response from the other side.

Curiosity mingled with concern as I rose from my bed and staggered toward the door. Why would Ikea seek me out at such a late hour? With a flick of my wrist, I unlocked the door and swung it open, inviting her in.

Ikea wasted no time and darted inside, her urgent demeanor leaving no room for small talk. Sensing the gravity of the situation, I closed the door behind her and turned to face her, my voice laden with worry. "What's happened, Ikea? Why have you come to me in the dead of night?"

Her eyes, filled with a glimmering intensity, locked onto mine, holding me captive with their weig