Chapter 110

• Tiberius's pov.
• Silence wrapped around me like a second skin as I descended deeper into the dreamscape. My breath slowed, my heart calm yet heavy, and I knew I had crossed the threshold. This was no ordinary dream. It was her mind—Freya's. Or what remained of it.
• The world around me flickered. Shadows stretched and curled along the edges of a shifting forest, glowing with an otherworldly pulse. The trees whispered my name in voices not their own. This was not a place of peace; it was a battlefield. Her battlefield. My boots crunched against ash and bone, the ground itself trembling beneath some invisible weight.