LAVINIA

«She spent her last days in rags, rambling, talking to herself with Electra, screaming at her, fighting with a shadow.

In silence, she ordered that door to be built, sealed the secrets of the dying heart beneath the castle, and erected her own tomb.

I saw myself walking that same path of polished stones, into that cavern, watching her sitting on that throne with a dagger in her hand.

“So you’ve finally stopped hiding like a rat…” I gasped, stepping back when she lifted her head and fixed her eyes on me.

Could she actually see me now? But no…

“Electra,” she added, and instantly, a spectral shadow passed through me from behind, sending a chilling shiver down my spine.

I saw it moving toward Drusilla.

It didn’t look like the specters of Silas or Laziel, where the humanoid form was barely distinguishable—no, this specter had evolved even further.

Formed of dark mist, a beautiful woman appeared, with short hair and eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

She didn’t speak a word, ju