Freya's POV
As the entity's words slithered into my head, it seemed as though the outside world disappeared.
"Let me show you the future that awaits you, Freya."
The blackness engulfed me before I could respond. My surroundings vanished, giving way to a fresh perspective. I was standing on a magnificent throne that was pulsing with black energy and was carved out of obsidian. The ground in front of me was covered in a spooky red mist and seemed to go on forever. Thousands—no, millions—knelt before me beneath my throne, their heads lowered in complete surrender. I ruled over wolves, people, and otherworldly creatures equally.
I raised my hand, and a whole city caught fire at my signal. Despite the distant cries of fear, I remained unfazed. Instead, I felt a surge of power—limitless, intoxicating, absolute.