The hours dragged on as Lora, Azriel, and Layzal waited for Markus to arrive. The tension was thick, each of them lost in their thoughts as they anticipated what was to come. When Markus finally arrived at the coven, his presence was like a storm rolling in, powerful and undeniable. He exchanged a few brief words with Layzal, Azriel, and Lora before they all made their way to the dungeon, where Alena was being held.
The walk to the dungeon was silent, the only sounds being the echo of their footsteps on the cold stone floors. When they reached the cell, the sight before them was pitiful. Alena was huddled in a corner, her once proud and haughty demeanor reduced to a sniveling, desperate mess. She was weeping, her tears staining her pale cheeks as she rocked back and forth in misery while
