{ "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely".}
TOR'S POV
The cliffs of Kayne rose like fangs in the dark, jagged and merciless, as if the land was warning us away. But we kept going. Me, Freyr, and Rou, walking toward something older and darker than any of us cared to admit. Paradise Coven loomed above, carved from ivory stone and silver veins, glowing faintly under the moon. It was Freyr's ancestral home, but even he walked with caution as we approached the heart of it where the Kayne Secret Chambers waited beneath.
None of us spoke on the final stretch. Freyr walked at my side, quiet as a shadow, but I could feel the bond between us thrumming like a second heartbeat. Rou trailed behind, boots crunching gravel, tense as ever. We stopped in front of the chamber doors, massive slabs of obsidian inlaid with runes that pulsed faintly with red light. Blood wards. Ancient ones.
