Chapter 89

Lorcan's POV

As we walked with Silver, the journey seemed to pass in a blur. We didn't feel the weight of our footsteps, and the distance seemed to shrink beneath our feet. I glanced at Ava, and saw that she was still nervous, her eyes darting about as if searching for something. But she said nothing, and we continued on in silence.

Finally, we stopped in front of a massive fetish gate. The wood was twisted and gnarled, adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Ava's eyes widened as she took in the sight, and I could sense her trepidation.

"This is it," Silver said, her voice low and mysterious. "The gate to Exile. Are you prepared, Ava?"

Ava nodded, her face set in determination. But I could see the fear lurking in her eyes, and I knew that she was unsure of what lay ahead.

Silver reached out and placed a hand on the gate. It creaked open, revealing a dark and foreboding passageway. "Then let us enter," she said. And with that, she stepp