Chapter 25

Valeria

Black mist whips violently through the air, dragged by an unseen wind. The realm is dark and hollow. Nothing remains but a single empty throne.

It’s the same throne I saw before, the one where the Raven Wolf King sat in my dream. Now it waits empty.

“I seem to have made an impression on you if you came again.” His voice cuts through the mist, low and resonant, carrying a weight that feels older than time. The Raven Wolf King strolls around me, his presence commanding, the mist bendin