Rylan's POV

I stepped further into the room, senses hyper-alert, scanning for any sign of danger. The figure lay still, and for a heartbeat, I feared someone might need our help—or worse, succumbed to whatever wrath had brought us here.

"Stay behind me," I instructed softly, keeping my voice steady even as adrenaline surged through my veins.

As I edged closer to the figure, I could finally make out the familiar features of my brother, Enzo. His face was pale, and his usually vibrant blue eyes were closed, but there was no mistaking him. Relief and dread mixed in my gut like a heavy poison.

"Enzo!" I called, my voice...