Chapter Twenty-Eight

The room stretched out before me, a desolate expanse. A single, imposing door stood in the distance, its chains rusted and broken. This was a different kind of challenge, a physical barrier rather than a mental one. Frustration gnawed at me as I approached the door. How long would this test last? Would I be trapped here forever? Is Easton forcing me to stay?

With a surge of determination, I focused my energy on the door. The chains snapped, the heavy metal groaning in protest. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room.

A scene unfolded before me, a stark contrast to the previous visions. A young Easton stood in the shadow of Aiden, his jealousy clear. Aiden, the golden boy, the king's favorite, seemed to effortlessly excel at everything. As Lucien's influence grew, so too did Easton's resentment.