Ivara’s POV:The dream does not come to me gently. Instead, it crashes into me with heat and light, dragging me out of sleep and throwing me into a place that feels too real to be imagined. I am standing in a wide, empty field where the ground is blackened and cracked with ash drifting lazily through the air like falling snow. Beneath my feet, thin lines of silver glow faintly, pulsing as if the earth itself has a heartbeat.The air smells sharp and metallic, burning my lungs with every breath I take.When I lift my hands, my breath catches in my throat.Silver fire runs beneath my skin, glowing through my veins, slow and deliberate, as if something ancient is waking up inside me. It does not hurt at first. Instead, it feels powerful and intoxicating like something I was always meant to carry and only just remembered.“Ivara.”The sound of my name makes me turn. Ronan stands a few steps away, his chest stained dark with blood, his expression tight with fear he is trying desperatel
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