Chapter 66

Darian tucked his hands in the pocket of his trousers as he approached the dark room.

A room he hasn't entered in years.

A room he would rather have forgotten about its existence.

The room of the dark faes.

The entrance to the dark fae chamber was adorned with ancient symbols, pulsating with a sinister energy that sent shivers down Darian's spine. Despite his stoic exterior, memories of the past stirred within him, and the weight of his decisions loomed over him like an oppressive shadow.

As Darian stepped inside, the air changed, thickening with a malevolent presence.

The dark fae, clad in dark, hooded robes, stood in a semicircle, their eyes reflecting an eerie luminescence. Each one exuded an aura of power, a reminder of the pact he had made years ago.