Eleanora’s POV
The Whisperer’s chilling smile sent a shiver through the chamber’s cold air. Cloaked in swirling shadows, their eyes burned like twin coals, watching us with unreadable intent.
“You’ve come seeking answers,” the Whisperer said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Very well.”
As Gannon and I exchanged wary glances, the room...