Chapter 117
- Freya‘s pov.
- We were four now, our small party pressing forward through the ever-shifting shadows of Alaric’s nightmare world. Dorian carried Reyna in his arms, unwavering in his care, while I kept glancing back, watching Reyna struggle with every breath. She was conscious but weak, her head resting on Dorian’s chest. The sight filled me with guilt and protectiveness.
- Tiberius called out, his voice echoing in the void, “Hera! Hera, where are you?”