Chapter 112

VALENTINA With a groan, the iron door yielded to Atlas's efforts, his breathing laboured, and his gaze intense with a sense of urgency. The lingering scent of blood and burnt ash still permeated the air, a reminder of the moment I had ended Sienna's life, her body succumbing in a way that should have brought me peace, but did not. My wrists ached where the chains were. My throat was burning as if in a flame, but I compelled my legs to move forward. “Valentina,” Atlas rasped, gripping my arm. “We don’t have time. Come.” His voice sounded strained, A profound sense of guilt was evident in his expression. I didn’t argue. My body screamed for rest, but my heart surged with one thought: freedom. We moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The torches cast fragmented shadows upon the damp walls, and each flicker of light served as a reminder that danger might still be present. Atlas kept looking over his shoulder, his jaw tight, as i