Tiberius‘ pov.

I forced one foot in front of the other, my body weighed down by the invisible chains of guilt, fear, and regret. But I refused to stop. Freya had seen me—if only for a heartbeat—and that fleeting connection was enough to fuel my resolve. I would tear through every illusion, every demon her mind conjured, to get to her. Brick by brick, I would break through.

But the dreamscape shifted again. The battlefield of ash and flame gave way to something more ...