The last enchantress of the underworld

gun to bloom between Elara and Dante. The ruthless Don's expression hardened, suspicion warni

e repeated, the name a

s....gone". The memory of Silas, with his silver tongue and eyes that held a disturbing glint of ambition, sent a shiver down h

te pressed, his

into the painful details of Silas's obsession with dark magic and t

e said grimly. "And

trinket, it was a key, a focal point for the very magic that could bind the Hunger. In Silas'

s....Hunger?" Luca inte

ldn't have. He might see the Hunger as a means to an end, a force he can control, or even become a part

turned to Luca. "Pull every contact, every informat. I want to k

replaced by a familiar sense of purpose. "U

and a newfound respect. He was no longer just dealing with somethin

his voice softer than she heard before. "Any weaknes

ient lore, by the spaces between worlds. He collected forbidden artifacts. And....he was obsessed with my family's magic,

allow. The man who had betrayed her trus

he opulent surroundings a stark contract to the dusty confines of her workshop. He pour

seen a ghost". She took a hesitant sip, the warmth sp

darkness", Elara continued, the memories flooding back. "He saw my family's mag

that 'something '?" Dante's ey

natural order. The Hunger....it represents the ultimate chaos, the ultimate pow

l such an entity was terrifying, and yet,

d, his voice hard with determination. "Before his twisted ambition unleashes something we can't stop". He lo

it aside, we need t

ruthless Don__a man who understood the gravity of the situatio

dening within her. The ghosts of her past had returne