CHAPTER 137: DARKNESS AND VISIONS

Dahlia's eyes fluttered open, her breath hitching as she was enveloped in darkness. The room was cold, a chill that sent chills into her bones. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her eyes to the absence of light. A faint sound reached her ears, and she realized she wasn't alone. "Is it morning yet?" Dahlia's voice trembled as she called out, hoping anyone could give her an idea of the time. A low chuckle echoed through the room. "Morning? What does it matter to you?" Dahlia's heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice—dark seer. The mage's presence filled the room as he came close to her. "Where are the wolves? What have you done with them?" Dark seer remained silent. Dahlia struggled against the invisible bonds holding her, but every effort was futile. His spells were too powerful, binding her in place. Panic surged through her veins as she thought of Drakon. "If it's morning, Drakon will die," she whispered, more to herself than Dark Seer. Her fear intensified, her voice risi