The day of the ritual arrived, and the ambiance of this place sent shivers down my spine.

We had climbed to the highest peak of the mountain, a desolate and eerie location. A very cold place. The moon loomed above, casting an ethereal glow over the rugged terrain. And as the wind howled, carrying with it a haunting melody that echoed through the silent night, I finally felt that fear.

We gathered in a circle, the air grew thick with an undeniable sense of foreboding. “Zarion, I’m nervous,” I whispered and squeezed his hand.

“It’s okay, love. You got me. I’m here for you.”

I nodded at him. “Thank you.”...