Chapter 290

Krimson’s P.O.V In the midst of the dimly lit alley, an eerie sensation prickled along my spine, a tingling that made my instincts leap into high alert. It was as though something within the shadows beckoned to me, a whisper from the darkness. My steps faltered, eyes narrowing as I caught a glimpse of movement—a shape that darted and danced with the shifting light, elusive yet alluringly present. Driven by curiosity and a surge of inexplicable fascination, I abandoned caution and pursued the elusive form, my heart pounding in sync with my hastening steps. Each stride pushed me closer, or so it seemed, to the mysterious entity that seemed to playfully taunt my senses. Yet, no matter how swift I moved, the shadow danced just beyond my reach, slipping through my fingers like smoke on the wind. It defied the laws of reality, a true enigma, leaving me in a frenzied pursuit through the labyrinth of alleyways and corners, my determination to capture it growing with each passing moment. The wa