Freya’s POV

Darkness pressed in around us, thick and suffocating. Every step felt heavier, every breath like drawing in smoke. Yet I felt their presence beside me—Dorian and Tiberius. Their strength. Their resolve. We were united in this cursed place, seeking the last fragments that could free us: Reyna and Hera. I had to find them. We had to break free of Alaric’s twisted maze of the mind.

We moved through endless corridors of shadow, where voices whispered from the walls, ...