VICTORIA

"It has to be here, it has to be here... damn it!"

I growled inwardly, pacing that cursed room once more.

Nothing. Not a single sign of a secret compartment.

The stale air trapped between these four walls was starting to make me dizzy.

"Where else could it be? I'm running out of time..."

If I was right, that man could catch me off guard at any moment.

I rushed into the hallway, anxious, watching even my own shadow, feeling like something was slipping away from me.

Suddenly, the painting on the floor caught my attention.

I remembered Mr. Fenir’s words...this man was the Lord’s depraved brother.

"Wait a minute..."

Sudden, heavy suspicions flooded my mind.

There had always been a mole among the rebels, someone leaking information.

I started running through the dark, deserted corridors, pushing open doors, searching for a sign of the general’s quarters.

Two swords and a shield were carved into one of the mahogany doors.

I pressed my ear to the surface, cautiously expanding my sen