Chapter 75: Paths Converge
The siblings moved through the dense foliage that bordered the riverbank, their steps deliberate as they followed the map's markings toward the chamber's entrance. The pendant and ornate key were tucked securely in Elena's satchel, their weight a constant reminder of the choices ahead.
The sunlight filtering through the trees created dappled patterns on the ground, but the air felt heavy—as though the vineyard itself was watching. Luca led the way, his sharp determination keeping the group focused, while Matteo lingered near the back, his watchful gaze scanning for any signs of danger. Isabella's fiery energy pushed them forward, and Elena's quiet resolve kept them grounded.
"This must be it," Luca said suddenly, stopping near a cluster of moss-covered stones. The ground beneath them sloped downward, revealing a narrow opening in the earth—hidden by years of overgrowth but unmistakably the entrance to the chamber.
Isabella stepped forward, her gaze sharp as she studied the opening. "It looks like no one's been here in years," she said. "Which means whatever's inside has stayed untouched."
Matteo frowned, his protective instincts kicking in. "That doesn't mean it's safe," he said. "We have no idea what we'll find."
Elena pulled the pendant from her satchel, her fingers brushing against its intricate design. "We'll face it together," she said softly. "Whatever's inside—it's part of our legacy."
With Luca's guidance, the siblings began clearing the overgrowth, revealing more of the narrow passage leading into the chamber. The air grew colder as they worked, the scent of damp earth filling their senses. But before they could descend, a shadow moved in the distance, catching their attention.
"Wait," Matteo said sharply, his voice steady but cautious. "We're not alone."
The siblings turned to see Carlo stepping out of the shadows, the ornate box tucked under his arm. His expression was tense but composed, his presence sending a wave of unease through the group.
"What are you doing here?" Isabella demanded, her fiery resolve flaring.
Carlo met her gaze, his voice steady but strained. "Protecting you," he said simply. "Even if you don't think you need it."
Luca stepped forward, his sharp gaze narrowing. "You've been hiding this from us," he said. "Emilia's warnings, the key, the chamber—you knew everything, and you said nothing."
Carlo's jaw tightened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Because you weren't ready," he said. "And now, you think you are—but you have no idea what you're about to face."
Elena's voice cut through the tension, quiet but firm. "We're ready," she said. "And if you think we're not, then help us."
Carlo hesitated, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on him. But as he looked at the siblings—at their resolve, their unity—he realized that the time for secrets had passed.
"Then let me show you what you're truly walking into," Carlo said quietly. "Before it's too late."