Eve
The Road to Elysia's Burial Ground
2 Hours, 34 Minutes to Midnight
The Vehicle roared against the quiet of the road, tires biting into gravel and dust as the convoy snaked its way through the valley. The moon hung heavy above us—too close, too bright. The air was colder here, thinner, like even the sky was holding its breath.
I sat in the lead vehicle, flanked by two guards and a silent driver. My gaze stayed fixed on the windshield, even though my eyes burned from not blinking.
Behind us, in the secondary truck, Hades lay sedated—contained inside a specialized pressure pod reinforced with obsidian-laced alloy
He was still in there.
But for how long?
My fingers trembled in my lap. I clenched them into fists.
