That night—Elian dreamed.---But it did not feel like a dream.---Cold wind brushed against his skin as he slowly opened his eyes.Darkness stretched endlessly around him.Not ordinary darkness.This place felt alive.Breathing.Watching.---Elian frowned softly as he stood barefoot upon black water.Ripples spread beneath his feet despite not sinking.The sky above him was crimson.Not sunset crimson.Blood crimson.And far in the distance—A massive throne stood atop a mountain of obsidian stone.---Elian’s chest tightened.Something about this place felt horribly familiar.Even though he had never seen it before.---The air smelled strange here.Ash.Smoke.And something metallic beneath it all.Blood.---“Elian…”The whisper echoed softly through the endless dark.He turned quickly.No one.Only shadows drifting slowly across the water like ghosts.---Then another whisper came.Closer.“My child…”A chill ran down his spine instantly.That voice again.The same one from th
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