Freya's POV
The conflict had already started. All around me, I could hear the roar of force, the clash of steel, and the howl of wolves—the noises of war. Something was weighing heavy on my thoughts, but my heart was racing along with the turmoil.
I had always been aware that the power of the item was connected to darkness and a curse that ran through my family. But now that the fight was underway, it was more difficult to deny the reality. Is it possible that I would ruin all I held dear? Did the prophecy come to pass?
Inside of me, the item buzzed, its power vivid and alive yet destructive. It was whispering to me to accept it, to make use of it. But I was aware of the price. I found it more difficult to maintain my own will the more I exploited its strength.
"We need you, Freya! My thoughts were interrupted by Finnick's voice, which brought me back to the here and now.