Chapter 83

• The first dream came suddenly, like a shadow creeping over Amara’s mind the moment she closed her eyes. She was back on the battlefield, the chaos of combat swirling around her. Rogues and corrupted creatures clawed at the walls of Xander’s stronghold, their snarls deafening. She gripped the artifact tightly, but no matter how hard she tried to summon its power, it remained inert in her hands, glowing faintly as if mocking her.
• From the shadows emerged a familiar figure, her voice cold and dripping with malice. “Struggling, Amara?” Rita stepped forward, her lips curled into a cruel smile. “So much weight on your shoulders, so many lives depending on you—and yet, you’re failing them.”
• Amara turned to face her, anger flaring in her chest. “You won’t break me, Rita. You’ve tried before, and I’m still standing.”