Dark Carnival

Previously

…Barnaby stood, his shoulders slumped, his grizzled face etched with a grief he rarely allowed himself to show. He looked at the empty space where Silas had stood, then at Elara, sobbing on the ground. He had seen too much death, too much loss, but this felt different. This was the cost of a victory that tasted like ashes. The Dark Carnival was gone. The town was saved. But the price… the price was etched into their souls, a permanent scar left by the boy who had walked into the darkness to save them all. The mystery of the Dark Carnival had been answered, but the lingering question of Silas’s fate, and the profound emptiness he left behind, would haunt them forever.