CHAPTER 113 THE CHAMBER'S EDGE

Dominic The forest was a tangle of shadows and whispers, each rustle of leaves a reminder that I was not alone. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the distant echo of a babbling brook. I moved through the underbrush with purpose, my senses heightened. Minerva had disappeared, leaving nothing but a faint trail that became more challenging to follow as the night deepened. I pushed forward, the urgency gnawing at me like a relentless hunger. Minerva. The name echoed in my mind, a beacon of light in the darkness. My connection to her was something beyond words, a bond forged in the crucible of shared battles and unspoken truths. A soft, almost imperceptible glow caught my eye. I paused, scanning the forest floor, until I spotted a narrow opening in the earth, partially concealed by a tangle of roots and fallen leaves. The glow emanated from within, pulsing like a heartbeat. I approached cautiously, peering into the depths. A chamber, hid