Chapter 4 — The Fae's Bargain

Eydric

The dim, damp cellar reeked of iron and decay. A single torch flickered weakly against the cold stone walls, casting long, shifting shadows that seemed to pulse in time with the faint hum of magic threading through the air. Eydric leaned nonchalantly against the far corner of his prison, his silver-white hair veiling most of his face, though the sharp violet of his eyes cut through the gloom like shards of amethyst. Shackles bound his wrists, their dull metallic glow a cruel reminder of their magic-dampening properties. Despite them, the curse’s resonance still thrummed faintly in his chest, an insistent reminder of the world’s unraveling.