Freya's pov

Two days.

It had been two full days since they dragged me down here—two days of silence, darkness, and cold. The dungeon walls wept moisture, the air was thick with mildew and despair, and the only sounds were the distant howls of wolves far above.

I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t slept properly either. I just sat there—numb, confused, and hurting in places no healing spell could ever reach.

But nothing prepared me for what I saw now.

Footsteps echoed from the far end of the ...