Chapter 405: Another Spy

Astrid's POV

The air in the dungeon was damp and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer.

The faint flicker of the bright light painted uneasy shadows on the stone walls, casting long, distorted shapes that felt as restless as the questions swirling in my mind.

Killian and I stopped outside Andros's cell, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.

Andros sat against the wall, his posture slouched, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, as though we weren't there.

His face was pale, worn, and etched with the weight of regret he had carried silently since Rowena's death.

"Andros," I said, my voice softer than I intended. It was impossible to ignore how different he looked now, like a man who had already resigned himself to whatever fate we would decide.

His dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before dropping back to the ground. "What now?" he asked, his voice hollow, lacking the defiance I used to know.

than mine. "We need answers," he said. "The

tilting back against the cold

to investigate the area, to find clues that will make us better understand what the rogues are planning, but the rogues risked getting

his bound hands resting on his lap. "I

the amulet would stop whatever the rogue king is planning and end it all. We thought it was the key to stopping him, but he's

we didn't know? Was there a way to fix the amulet?" Killian questioned straightforwardly, not bothering to

amulet is the only way to stop the rogue king's plans, but

raising his army for years. He wouldn't stop so easily. Destroying his only weapon to defeat us won't

the amulet. He will not stop until he achieve his goals. I just don't know what he is

thought. "Do you think it's possible?" I pressed. "Can it

shook his

"I don't know. I'm not a scholar or a mystic. I only know that if the rogue king does find a way to repair it, we will all be in

the cell, his frustration radiating off him in waves. "You must at least know something. How about the rogue king? Do you know his identity? Maybe if we find out who he is and why he is

he is," Andros said, his voice flat. "I don't know his real name or his reasons. No one did. He keeps his

carefully, "You must know at least something

Although I met him and I worked with him in the past,

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