Freya's POV
I felt like I was in the midst of a dream.
I found myself in a snow-covered valley, surrounded by snow that blocked my path forward. Eager to escape the snow, I tried to stand up, but each attempt ended with me falling to the ground.
Suddenly, in the not-so-distant distance, the sounds of a scuffle pierced the air. I glanced up and spotted Kingsley sprinting in my direction.
Bloodstains from his body contrasted vividly against the pristine white snow, making them particularly conspicuous.
"Kingsley!" I called out anxiously, but he passed through me as if I were invisible.
Close behind him, a group of rogues gave chase, seemingly oblivious to my presence as they rushed past me in pursuit of Kingsley.
I turned my attention back to Kingsley, who was now surrounded by the rogues. They relentlessly taunted and attacked him, and I could sense Kingsley gradually losing his strength.