Chapter 85

Chapter 85

The dimly lit cave felt endless as Pelenore and Aeron navigated through the winding tunnels and treacherous passages. The walls were made of jagged rocks that glowed with an eerie blue light, casting strange shadows along their path. The air was thick with dampness, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the labyrinth.

Aeron's breathing grew heavy, his footsteps becoming slower and more labored with each passing minute. He looked up at Pelenore, his mentor and guide, with exhaustion etched onto his face. "Father, when do we get there?" he called out, hoping for a ray of hope to lighten his burden.

But instead of the comforting response he had anticipated, Pelenore's voice dripped with a coldness that pierced his heart. "You have lost the right to address me as father," he snapped. "You must earn it back. So for now, it's Great Wizard or Pelenore to you."

Aeron's hurt cut through him like a sharp blade, but he remained silent. Deep down, he believed that maybe he did