Chapter 98 – Entwined in the Snare

While Selena and the silver thread witch were fighting on one side of the hallway, her companion Makara, on the opposite end of the hallway, stepped into a large, circular chamber—similar in scale to Selena’s hall, but vastly different in atmosphere. There were no windows to let in the faintest sliver of light, nor was there a bed of sand beneath his feet. Instead, the cracked stone floor stretched out before him, littered with stray vines that had pushed through the crevices over time. A thick layer of dust coated the air, the scent of age and decay lingering. Jagged cracks marred the walls, remnants of a structure long abandoned and left to crumble.

With his gourd still in his hands, Makara took a long, slow sip, savouring the burn as the liquid trailed down his throat. He glanced around, eyes narrowing slightly as he turned in place, scanning the