The entire mortal realm had turned into a red and black wasteland, a place where fear was law. People moved with caution, watching their words, their glances, dreading even the direction of their gaze toward the colossal dark fortress that loomed over everything. A castle of nightmares, stretching to the very sky, built upon a foundation of skulls and bones—trophies of a tyrant.
And it had all started tonight.
For days, Alexa had been unraveling the endless nightmares of the future, searching for a path that would not end in ruin.
To everyone else, to her family, to Pyris himself—this night was playing out exactly as expected. Simple. Routine. But they had no idea. No one knew that what they were experiencing was only one of thousands of possibilities Alexa had relived over and over. And in almost every single one, they did not survive.
