The dungeon erupted into chaos. The sound that tore through the stone walls wasn’t human — it was primal, deep, and filled with fury. Freya had vanished into the storm of her own awakening. In her place, a creature now stood — vast, magnificent, and terrifying. Her wolf, Irene, had manifested fully, larger than any beast they had ever seen, her fur glowing with veins of golden light, her eyes like burning suns.

The very ground trembled beneath her.

The guards who had followed Kia and ...