Chapter 211. In Chains

Night and day seemed to stretch longer than they should have as Zander followed the spell he had placed on Rett, tracking him effortlessly wherever he went.

Dark clouds smothered the sky above the ravine where Cain and Rett had built their hideout, a jagged nest of stone and shadow carved into the mountainside. The low hum of ancient magic pulsed through the air, thick and oppressive, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath.

Zander stood at the mouth of the cavern, his cloak fluttering faintly despite the still air. His eyes glowed as he surveyed the place. He had expected resistance. He had expected traps.

But he had not expected this.

The magic layered across the hideout was old. Older than most covenants. It crawled across the walls like living veins, pulsing slowly, greedily, feeding on something buried deep within the stone.

“Interesting,” Zander murmured under his breath.

Behind him, his men moved silently, forming a wid