Chapter 111

• 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 sinister. The air grew thick with sweet, cloying perfume that made my head swim. The shadows peeled back to reveal a clearing bathed in silver light. And there, waiting for me, stood two figures I hadn’t expected to see like this.