MONICA.My dreams are fragmented. Spliced into so many pieces that it doesn’t feel like a dream. I’m being constantly thrown from one image to another, shifting so fast that I can’t understand anything.At first, I see the portal. Then, the man who spoke to me. I see the silver wolves, the vines, and Roman’s face… until it morphs to Janus’s face.We’re once again back in the room with him in that robe, his mask lying on the mattress. Larissa’s body is on the floor, slowly oozing blood. He’s staring at it, then he turns to me.“It’s a shame, isn’t it?” He lets out a dry laugh and shakes his head. “All that death, all that carnage… and for what? For you to be back where you started? The wife of a man who never really achieved anything. A Queen for a man who does not deserve to be called a King.”“Yeah, and you think you deserve it, right?” I ask him, my voice strangely echoing in the walls. “You think you’re just the man for the throne.”Janus touches the mask next to him. “I do. I thin
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