Chapter 76 The Edge Of Ruin

Magnus Pov. The night was thick with tension. The air felt heavy, like a storm was brewing just out of sight, and the only sound I could hear was the faint rustle of the wind pushing through the trees outside. I sat in my private study, the candlelight flickering weakly against the shadows that seemed to stretch across the room. The cold stone walls pressed in, but it was the weight of the plans I had in motion that felt suffocating.