Herons’ POV

Dazed and disoriented, I struggled to open my eyes, my head throbbing from the pain. As my vision cleared, I discovered that I was tightly bound to a chair, my arms, and legs secured with ropes. Confusion washed over me, leaving me to wonder how I had ended up in this precarious predicament.

My memories slowly resurfaced, recalling a man who had cast a mysterious spell, sapping my strength and leaving me defenseless. As I squirmed against my restraints, my eyes began to adjust to the dim beam of light that penetrated the room, revealing the dark corners and eerie emptiness that surrounded me.

Panic coursed through my...