RAGNA POV...
At that moment, I truly didn't know what I was supposed to do anymore, because the sight of Elina and John's expressions—twisted with terror, despair, and a pain far deeper than words—crushed what little composure I had left, making my chest feel unbearably tight as my thoughts spiraled out of control.
'How the hell is this happening?
Wasn't it supposed to be every ten years before their arrival?
Then what was that Banshee outcry supposed to mean?'
Fear slowly seeped into every corner of my mind as I stared at the front door of our house, which now looked less like wood and more like a fragile glass shield at the very edge of shattering, violently shuddering again and again as if warning us that whatever stood beyond it had already decided our fate.
